Buddha Kingdom in Palm

Three-Light Divine Water weighed as much as a thousand jun; neither Newton nor Archimedes could measure it. A single drop could crush a mountain. Several drops of divine water left the willow leaf and instantly became arrows loosed from a bow, carrying boundless might as they shot toward Duke.

Mass times acceleration—the droplets actually dragged black ripples through the air!

Those bumpkins in the Journey to the West World called Three-Light Divine Water the finest healing elixir between heaven and earth, but Duke retained memories of the Primordial Era. He knew that despite its dazzling colors, this divine water was more poisonous than anything else. Not even the slightest drop could touch his body.

Forget him—even Duke, his old war-god father from the Primordial Era, would not dare take it head-on.

Duke swayed aside, evading the incoming Three-Light Divine Water, only to see Guanyin form a hand seal. The divine water that had flown into the distance curved through the air and came flying back.

Several drops of Three-Light Divine Water attacked from all directions, hemming Duke in completely. They darted back and forth like bullets, but no matter how fast they were, they were always just a fraction slower than Duke, and he effortlessly dodged them time and again.

Three-Light Divine Water was indeed immensely powerful, but no matter how formidable it was, it was useless if it could not hit its target. Seeing that this move could not deal with Duke, Guanyin gently shook her head and prepared to retrieve the divine water.

It was not that Guanyin was stingy. Three-Light Divine Water was exceptionally precious, personally refined by a Saint before the Investiture of the Gods. Every drop used was one less.

Guided by Guanyin, the Three-Light Divine Water left Duke's side and returned toward the Jade