An Yang found himself in this baffling situation, suddenly standing before the Victorious Fighting Buddha and more than a dozen bodhisattvas.
Moreover, this was the very center of the Gods and Demons Battlefield. One could say that the surroundings were packed with renowned, immensely powerful beings, each radiating an aura that struck terror into the heart. It was not until he drew closer that An Yang realized that even the weakest immortals and deities he had previously seen through mirror spells were existence-defying figures in the eyes of ordinary cultivators.
Fortunately, he had summoned most of these immortals and deities himself, so he was somewhat familiar with them, which virtually eliminated a good deal of his palpitations.
However, the dozen or so bodhisattvas from the Buddhist sect, the Four Great Vajras, the eighteen Guardian Blue-Robed Envoys, the Four Heavenly Kings, the Two Venerables, and others did not share that familiarity, making it a bit hard to breathe.
Added to this, the massive warfleets suspended in the sky cast boundless shadows, blotting out the sun and moon like entire islands. Only upon drawing closer did one realize these warfleets were almost alive, radiating a chilling, mechanical-free coercion. Each roll of the war drums sounded like a beating heart, inspiring dread.
Recovering his wits, An Yang first brought his palms together toward the figures associated with the Buddhist sect and chanted, "Namo Amitabha Buddha. Greetings, Victorious Fighting Buddha, Marshal Tian Peng, Golden Arhat, Bodhisattva Guangli of the Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragon, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and all esteemed bodhisattvas and venerables."
Next, he cupped his fists in salute to the various immortals, deities, and renowned demons: "Greetings, Manifesting Saint Erlang True Lord, Third Prince Nezha, Tianyou Deputy Marshal, Winged Saint True Lord, and various orthodox High Immortals."
The crowd returned the greeting