Great Emperor Gouchen's preaching went far more smoothly than expected.
Amitabha Buddha felt a measure of gratification. He had converted the cultivators; next came the mortal world.
Yet when Buddhist light spread toward the mortal realm, attempting to convert ordinary people, it encountered resistance.
Within the mortal cities of the ancient star stood ancient temples after ancient temple, their blue bricks and gray tiles weathered, their eaves mottled with age. One glance was enough to tell they had stood for countless years.
Inside the temples stood statues of a gigantic snow-white tiger. Its eyes were wide, its fangs bared. Though it was merely a stone carving, it possessed an awe-inspiring Killing Intent of its own.
The mortals worshipped day and night, and the incense offerings had never ceased for millions upon millions of years, accumulating an astonishing power of faith.
The instant the Buddhist light touched the temple grounds, it was forcibly bounced away by a domineering force, sizzling like cold water splashed into boiling oil.
Amitabha Buddha opened his eyes, a slight frown on his brow.
A mere deity dared obstruct his path?
He raised a hand, and the phantom of a demon-subduing vajra emerged, slowly pressing down upon the temples.
"Let go of your obsessions and take refuge in Buddha." The great sound was silent, yet it shook the heavens.
Within the temple, the clay statue trembled violently, and a gigantic white tiger stepped out.
A tiger's roar suddenly exploded, shattering the Buddhist light that filled the sky. Wherever its sound waves passed, even nebulae were swept aside.
The snow-white tiger rose through the air, its four paws treading upon the void. Its fur was white as snow, its eyes crimson as blood, and its Killing Intent surged into the heavens.
It blocked Amitabha Buddha's golden body, its