Black light spread like a tide, corroding the entire pure-white Buddhist realm.
A vast black hand that blotted out heaven and earth pressed down from the highest skies. As Dao patterns flowed across its palm, it clasped the whole pure-white world within its five fingers.
There was no question as to the nature of the True Warrior Great Emperor's divine power. It subdued demons and vanquished devils, brimming with righteous energy. His black symbolized strength and authority, carrying complex connotations of mystery, solemnity, and nobility. It was also the color of the Dao.
Utmost yang and utmost hardness—the Mystic Heaven of the North Pole. It was also the authority that suppressed ten thousand demons and brooked no provocation.
Without mighty black, how could one subdue demons and vanquish devils? How could one sit enthroned above the Ninth Heaven as the Nine Heavens Demon-Subduing Patriarch?
Yet at this moment, set against Guanyin Bodhisattva's white, with darkness running wild and unrestrained, Xiang Yuan had somehow forced this perfectly righteous energy into displaying a touch of Demonic Beings' flair.
Riiip!
A corner of the thousand-handed lotus petals was torn open. A thread of black light, like a dragon swimming into the sea, pierced layer upon layer of Buddhist barriers in an instant.
From afar, Xiang Yuan spotted Lay Practitioner Bai Yue. Taking one step forward, the yin-yang fish beneath his feet spun, twisting Buddhism's divine art of "one flower, one world," which turned a stone's throw into the ends of the earth, into the art of "shrinking the earth into inches." In a single step, he arrived at Lay Practitioner Bai Yue's side.
Xiang Yuan wrapped an arm around Lay Practitioner Bai Yue's waist. "Senior Sister, wake up! This demonic sound is pouring into your ears—the life-snatching Sanskrit chant! If you believe it,