"If devas, dragons, ghosts, or spirits of the present or future hear Ksitigarbha's name, behold Ksitigarbha's form in worship, or hear of Ksitigarbha's original vows and deeds, praising and paying homage, they shall gain seven benefits: first, swiftly transcend into holy realms; second, have evil karma extinguished; third, receive the protection of all Buddhas; fourth, never regress from Bodhi; fifth, increase their inherent strength; sixth, gain full knowledge of all past lives; seventh, ultimately attain Buddhahood..."
The aged and broken monk Jingyou had lost everything. Only the strength to crane his neck remained. He watched the fierce battle beyond the Floating Island, weeping without cease, chanting sutras without cease.
The vast Floating Island held no other sound. Beyond it, ten thousand sounds became one.
Apart from the cries of slaughter, all sounds were Zen chants.
Hoo—
Yu Guangyuan wore his armor, towering like a mountain. With every breath, wild winds rolled into torrents.
Yet beneath the Frost Wind, they all crumbled away.
The Sea-Controlling Armor stood several hundred zhang tall, outside the Floating Island and countless heights above it. Its feet trod the Vast Sea, its helmet met the Starry Sky, and blood-red light churned in its eyes, evolving into thunderbolts of overwhelming might.
With those eyes leaping with scarlet lightning, he sought to catch the Sword Immortal whose attacks never ceased—only to meet a pair of eternal, indestructible red-gold eyes.
Sea-Illuminating Divine Eyes clashed with Dry Yang Red Pupil!
Gazes strangled gazes; Divine Souls collided with Divine Souls.
Yu Guangyuan entered the Sea-Controlling Armor and expanded with it to several hundred zhang, while his narrow blade remained outside the armor.
The Sea-Controlling Armor gripped a hundred-zhang greatsword as immense as a mountain, its surface dense with formation patterns and generating immense power on its own... yet it was pressed