Though Meng Gui had cultivated an admirable degree of composure, Cao Mengqi's words still sent his blood surging. He resented Luo Jia for undermining his own side, and was also vexed that the Eight Heavenly Kings merely stood there, not one daring to step forward at this crucial moment.
"Fellow Heavenly Kings, I, Luo, merely wish to exchange a few pointers. Why be so stingy?"
Luo Jia said coldly, "Could it be that you Heavenly Kings think I'm unworthy? Very well, then let me show you what I can do."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he gave a sharp shout and spat out a cloud of air. It shot into the highest reaches of the sky in an instant. Luo Jia's voice rang out, low and forceful: "Mountain!"
With a thunderous boom, the cloud of air transformed into a golden mountain peak, stretching across the sky as if it could come crashing down at any moment.
"The Six-Character Ancestor Buddha True Words! How long has he been studying them? How could he have mastered such a divine ability?"
"Luo Jia truly is an unparalleled prodigy. Luo Bing has someone to carry on his legacy."
"The Ancestor Buddha Court's divine arts really are profound. The Pure Buddha Seed is truly wondrous."
"..."
Luo Jia's display of divine might stirred a wave of discussion around the arena. When Xu Yi heard "Pure Buddha Seed,"
a thought stirred in his mind.
Of course he had heard of the Pure Buddha Seed. In this age, Two Daoists and One Buddhist were hailed as the supreme sects. Each had its own wondrous divine arts, but in the world at large, far more people cultivated Daoist arts.
Thus, Dao Fruits of the Daoist school were more common.
To expand its influence, the Ancestor