Tathagata's Reverse Palm? The red-and-black tide of genocide was about to drown Lin Tong's blazing sun. The thick stench of blood and death rushed toward them. Gu Liang's heart trembled, and he had no time to wonder. He reached out with his right hand and murmured:
"Come forth, Golden Holy Garment!"
A flash of Glazed Golden Light gleamed. Buddhist Chants rang in his ears, and Gu Liang felt his right hand grow heavy, enclosed in a crystal-clear suit of golden armor. Its lines were graceful and flowing, and it held an unimaginable, boundless power that struck him with the awe of a god descending in person.
The microcosm within him spun and blazed furiously. Gu Liang felt as if he stood in an endless starry sky, surrounded by countless brilliant stars. Together, they formed the shape of Virgo. The Seeds of Wisdom he had planted within himself took root and sprouted one after another, growing into extraordinary power.
A galaxy glimmered in his eyes. His right hand swept out naturally, and his voice rang out like a thunderous rebuke:
"Namo!"
Purifying light, clear and serene, burst from the palm hidden beneath his golden glove. Like a star going supernova, it swept through the entire stairwell without harming the brick or timber, reducing the smiling strange corpses and the red-and-black tide of genocide to nothing.
Brilliant, pure light reached everywhere: immeasurable light, immeasurable life!
The pressure on Lin Tong eased in an instant. Then she watched Gu Liang, dressed in a blue wool police coat, pass her and climb step by step toward the third-floor doorway. A golden armored gauntlet, like an artifact forged by the gods, covered his right hand. Peace and purity surrounded him, and bliss bloomed in its wake.
The Reverse Buddhism elder's gaze sharpened. He let out