The world was covered by a Glazed Buddha Palm of dark gold. Golden Sura Flowers bloomed in every direction; each flower contained a world, each leaf a universe, all filled with Buddhas of the Three Lives, Bodhisattvas of the heavens, and Arhats from every realm, transforming into layer upon layer of Pure Lands.
At the very heart of the Pure Lands, a dark-gold Buddha sat cross-legged. A pristine lotus throne rested beneath him, surrounded by the Four Heavenly Kings. A Great Peng spread its wings above his head, while Buddha-light shone behind him like the moon, one halo layered upon another, illuminating every Pure Land. It was none other than Ananda's Golden Body.
Myriad Buddhas Paying Homage, together crossing the wicked to the other shore. This palm descended, suppressing all!
Outside the reach of the Palm Pure Land, Meng Qi sighed inwardly. Ananda was only at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal level now. As expected, so long as he couldn't let go of his obsession, each life in his reincarnation would be weaker than the last, and his mark would gradually fade. If things continued as they were, this life would only take him to the threshold of the Legendary Realm. In his next life, even attaining the Legendary Realm would be a vain hope. And if he reincarnated without reaching the Legendary Realm, his mark would completely disintegrate. No wonder Ananda had released the Thunder God's remains in this life, trying to raise a Thunder God fish and then merge it with this Buddhist incarnation to break through the boundary.
Unfortunately, he had been too weak. The Overlord had cut down his past, forcing him to break free. In the future, he would enter the Legendary Realm alongside the Overlord. After exhausting every stratagem and driving the Overlord