"Slay as deliverance!"
"Bone as the vessel!"
"The Bodhisattva descends!"
"Let all tribulations cease!"
The cries rang out again and again, echoing between heaven and earth.
Chen Bufan, standing above the sea of blood, slowly opened his eyes.
He floated in midair, his black robe snapping in the blood-red glow.
His pale, handsome face held three parts indifference, three parts unrestrained arrogance, three parts wild defiance, and one part anticipation hidden deep within.
He could clearly feel a vast, boundless power slowly descending from beyond the Ninth Heaven, gathering continuously into his body through the nine bone towers.
Chen Bufan's body began to tremble faintly—not from fear, but from excitement.
It's here! It's finally here!
Mei'er, you'll wake up soon...
Feeling the surging power within him grow ever stronger, a confident smile curled across his lips.
"Take the tonsure?" he sneered.
"I, Chen Bufan, am the Holy Son destined by heaven. Who else could this White Bone Bodhisattva choose but me?"
Yet the instant his words fell, a sudden change occurred.
The terrifying power pouring endlessly into his body abruptly stalled without warning.
The smile on Chen Bufan's face froze at once.
What's going on?
Before he could react, the power that had just gathered within him burst outward like air escaping from a punctured ball, rushing out at an even faster speed.
In merely a few breaths, that vast, boundless power inside him vanished without a trace.
"What is happening?!" Chen Bufan's expression changed drastically as he cried out.
It was not just him. Every white-robed figure at the edge of the sea of blood stood dumbfounded.
The fanatical smiles on their faces instantly stiffened, replaced by utter astonishment.
"How could this happen? It was clearly successful just now!!"
"Yeah! Why did it suddenly stop?"
"Could there be something