Western Heaven Was Thoroughly Swindled, Buddha Roared in Fury

"Using Merit as fuel, reveal the truth!"

Amitabha shouted, fiercely slamming the ball of golden light containing vast Merit Power into Akshobhya Buddha's brow. At the same time, his own Buddha Light resonated with the faint lingering aura of the Merit Pool ruins, attempting to reverse the river of time!

The Thirty Thousand Buddhas held their breath at once, watching the scene tensely.

This was a Saint's method, immensely costly. But if they could see the truth clearly, perhaps they could find a flaw in Lin Zhu's scheme, or even trace his whereabouts?

Golden Merit Light enveloped Akshobhya Buddha's enormous head. Countless fine runes containing fragments of time and Karmic Bond flowed and flickered within the radiance. Amitabha shut his eyes tightly, his Golden Body trembling faintly as he exerted himself to the utmost, probing the depths of Akshobhya Buddha's memories and attempting to connect with the lingering spacetime imprints here.

Time passed bit by bit.

Amitabha's expression gradually shifted from icy fury to uncertainty. At times his brows knit tightly; at times the corners of his mouth twitched; at times he showed utter disbelief. Finally... it became a deep, bitter frustration and helplessness, as though he had swallowed ten pounds of bitter herbs, mixed with a trace of... admiration that even he himself had not noticed?

After a long while.

The golden Merit Light enveloping Akshobhya Buddha slowly dissipated.

Amitabha opened his eyes. There was no longer the slightest rage in those golden Buddha eyes, only utter exhaustion, absurdity, and a kind of... numbness that came after one's entire worldview had been thoroughly crushed, with no strength left to piece it back together.

He slowly lowered his hand, staggered two steps back, and looked up at the still-gray sky, which seemed to carry a mocking air of its own.