Spirit Mountain raged, and the starry sky shook as though a million worlds were about to be overturned.
The Buddhist power radiating from Spirit Mountain filled the air with Buddhist resonance, strengthening the Buddha Vow so that a True God's blood and vitality could bear more of it.
Now the Buddha Vow called upon the gods and urged them to kill Liu Chengfeng.
Its fury and hatred for Liu Chengfeng were as bitter as a feud beneath a sky too small to hold them both.
This was no longer merely the Buddha Vow's loathing for the trace of Chan Su-Nü on Liu Chengfeng. Spirit Mountain had given the order.
"You're barely more than a remnant, yet you still want to flaunt your authority. If I don't destroy you, who should I destroy?"
Liu Chengfeng glanced at Spirit Mountain, curled his lip, and sneered.
"Spirit Mountain is furious. It wants him dead—"
Spirit Mountain's might and the Buddha Vow's invitation made the gods tremble. Greed also entered their eyes as they looked at Liu Chengfeng.
"What is going on?"
Yang Yanxuan drew a sharp breath, shaken to his core. The temple on Spirit Mountain remained tightly shut, but the Buddhist power it gave off differed from that of the Buddha Vow. He knew there had to be an unfathomable presence inside Spirit Mountain. Perhaps it was the being that guarded the Grand Zen Pure Land.
Yet its doors had stayed shut, no matter how much Buddha Vow they took on or what commotion they caused.
Nothing within Spirit Mountain had stirred.
Now Spirit Mountain was furious. It would not tolerate Liu Chengfeng and wanted him destroyed.
"Spirit Mountain rages, and the Buddha will not tolerate him. He must die—"
Liu Shisan's gaze was icy, cold light flickering in his eyes. Every