Inside the Buddha hall.
Jing'en sat cross-legged on the floor, but he was not chanting any sutras.
Under the power of the Ten-Direction Dharma Realm, the outside had been transformed completely into Rosy Clouds Temple. Inside, however, dust still covered the floor, and everything remained in ruins.
The lamplight flickered. Only the headless Buddha statue remained to keep him company.
The sounds of battle outside never ceased. The Six Desires Demon Lord had no human empathy, but it was far from mindless. The instant it realized there was a hidden move, it brought all its power to bear.
Yes, Rosy Clouds Temple had prepared for hundreds of years.
Yes, every one of its strongest members was here.
They had even brought the many relics enshrined in the temple and begun burning them like firewood—
But it still was not enough.
That was the lord of the Heaven of Freely Enjoying Others' Emanations, the embodiment of all desire. Even the Buddha had faced its temptation when he attained enlightenment. If they met it head-on, everyone in Rosy Clouds Temple combined would probably be no match for it.
And so...
He had to attempt the impossible, even if the price was... Jing'en raised his head and glanced at the headless Buddha statue. At last, he pressed his palms together and spoke.
"Amitabha."
Outside.
Buddhist light swirled, but the surroundings grew increasingly unstable.
The red-robed monk in command—the same chief who had entered the Tianyuan Conference and secured a place among the Thirty-Six Sects—wore a grave expression as he directed his fellow monks into a defensive line.
Down the mountain.
Countless strange eyes and laughing faces filled the landscape as far as the eye could see. Though they were no longer human, having become some kind of food, gold, silver, treasure,