The winds and clouds shifted, and baleful energy surged into the sky.
The Gate of Hell stood upon the earth. Netherworld Ghost Qi blanketed heaven and earth, while evil spirits howled and snarled. The entire world seemed to have become a realm of ghosts.
At the center of the evil spirits, Yang Jian stood like a god of war, utterly unafraid.
The Netherworld Demonic Eye exerted an innate suppression over these evil spirits. Annihilation Demonic Light swept through them, turning tens of millions to ash every second.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Buddha Kingdom in Palm—die!"
Ksitigarbha panicked and hurriedly withdrew the Gate of Hell. The sky cleared once more, and sunlight spilled across the earth, bringing a sense of warmth.
Countless Sanskrit characters hung in the air, while the Conversion Laws and Buddhist Golden Light flashed.
Ksitigarbha sat cross-legged in the air, a golden monk's staff resting between his arms. Endless chants of scripture drifted without cease, seeking to beguile Yang Jian's Dao heart.
At the center of heaven and earth, Ksitigarbha suddenly struck out with his right palm.
Buddha Light covered an expanse of hundreds of millions of miles. Yang Jian was swept into the Buddha Kingdom in Palm, and his consciousness sank as if he had entered another world.
"Father!"
"Mother!"
Yang Jian looked at himself. He seemed to be three or four years old.
Before him stood his stern father and loving mother, along with all the relatives he had once known. At that moment, they had reappeared as an illusion.
"My son, Yang Jian, take refuge in Buddhism with your father!"
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. Lay down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the spot."
His father stroked Yang Jian's head. The calloused hand felt utterly real—but