The Buddha's Creation

Boom—!

A vast aura suddenly erupted from the vajra pestle, transforming into ripples that swept through the entire underground ancient temple.

At that moment, the formerly battered vajra pestle shone with golden light. Its missing portions were restoring themselves, while countless great Buddhas seemed to surround them, striking wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures!

"Namo Amitabha Buddha..."

"Namo Amitabha Buddha... Namo Amitabha Buddha..."

Layer upon layer of Sanskrit chants poured into their ears like demonic whispers. This was the Buddhist path, seeking to ferry them across the sea of suffering.

Chen Fan immediately bit the tip of his tongue. He would not permit his own path to be tainted by another's—not even the Supreme Restriction, much less the Buddhist path.

"Break!" He activated the Taiji Diagram within his dantian while circulating the Clear Heart Art, keeping his mind lucid and unaffected. At the same time, he released the essence of his own path, shrouding Old Yellow Tooth within it as well.

Old Yellow Tooth's eyes had been full of confusion, and he had nearly been carried away by the Buddhist chants. Yet as soon as Chen Fan's path essence drew near, he abruptly came to his senses. Startled out of his wits, he had nearly truly taken refuge in the Buddha.

"What's going on?" Old Yellow Tooth asked in shock.

"This is a fortunate opportunity, but to us, it is poison," Chen Fan said flatly, turning his gaze toward Wuming.

At this moment, golden light bloomed all over Wuming's body. A golden sun appeared behind him, within which a seated ancient Buddha could vaguely be seen forming seals with his hands. Wisps of radiant light spread from Wuming's brow.

As the golden radiance from the vajra pestle enveloped Wuming, his Buddha light surged ten thousand feet high and his aura