Buddha Essence World, a world condensed from divine will.
Faint and ethereal, it was an illusion, yet not entirely an illusion, because injuries suffered here would backlash into reality.
Though they would not be fatal, being hurt would still feel just as unpleasant.
Lin Heng and the Buddha Master stared at each other. They did not openly make a move, yet the various scenes behind them kept changing.
Resistance and clarity, water and fire, life and death—the collisions between all manner of extreme, opposing mind arts.
A trace of cold sweat seeped from the Buddha Master's forehead. His brows knitted slightly, but he did not say much.
The monk's staff in his hand lightly struck the ground, and a peculiar ripple instantly spread from beneath his feet. Immediately afterward, ten thousand zhang of golden radiance shot out from above his head.
Behind his entire person rose an incomparably towering Golden Body Buddha form.
This was his Buddha Essence self, and also the Indestructible Golden Buddha.
At this moment, he was like a true Buddha manifesting in the world, unmoved in the slightest no matter how the wind blew or the rain beat down.
The image within Lin Heng's heart gradually began to feel somewhat unable to keep up. Star wheels, water and fire, yin and yang, reincarnation, life and death, the six paths, and so on—all the powers he had come into contact with and mastered seemed tiny and unreachable beneath that vast Buddha light.
The corner of Yi Du's mouth curled into a mocking arc. "This is the gap between immortals and gods. Tiny as immortals, lowly as rats—that is our evaluation of you."
"How can immortals without faith compare to gods like us, who possess faith?"
"So long as faith is indestructible, Buddha will never perish. I am