The instant the Arhat's gaze locked onto Shi Lan, pressure descended upon her. The space around her warped in an instant, and with a flick of a finger, the world around her had changed.
The Buddha's golden form stood right before her, radiating dazzling Buddhist light. Not far away lay a vast continent.
The Arhat did not say a word to Shi Lan. He ignored her completely, gazing into the distance at the continent in silence.
Before long, three golden rays arrived one after another from the horizon. They were three more Arhats from the Buddhist sect, their auras roughly equal in strength.
The souls of the dead on this continent were beyond counting. To powerhouses at the Arhat level, they represented a boundless store of merit, one with an immense pull that could help them advance their cultivation.
Seeing the three Arhats, Shi Lan furrowed her brow and sent a message into the firmament, telling Bai Yu to lower the bowstring he had just drawn on the World-Burying Bow as she began to consider how to escape.
Against one Arhat, perhaps she could still get away with the help of the World-Burying Bow and the Prison Dragon Cauldron. But with four Buddhist Sovereigns before her, she could guess what would happen if she drew the World-Burying Bow.
"What rich golden merit light. It seems to come from our Buddhist sect." One of the newly arrived Arhats looked at Shi Lan, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, and asked,
"Little benefactor, where did all this merit of yours come from?"
"There is the aura of a true Buddha, yet it belongs to none of the Buddhas of this age." Another Buddhist Sovereign chimed in. Treasure light flowed across his kasaya as he lowered his gaze and fell into thought.