The Buddha's bones were devoured by Su Xin's Mysterious Universe. In the end, the Buddha's desperate final strike had failed.
At this moment, the Buddha's entire body radiated an ashen white, devoid of the slightest trace of life—yet he was still alive.
Looking at Su Xin, whose face was likewise pale but whose body still emanated a formidable aura, the Buddha trembled as he sat cross-legged on the ground. He raised one finger and touched the crown of his head. A breeze swept past, and with a boom, the Buddha's body shattered completely, turning into dust that scattered across the sky.
Until the very end, this ancient powerhouse, an existence once capable of contending with the Human Emperor, had not died by Su Xin's hand. Instead, he chose to end his own life. Su Xin had indeed defeated him, but he had failed to kill him.
Moreover, Su Xin could tell that the Buddha's death this time was absolute and clean, leaving behind not the slightest contingency.
No matter how brilliant and resplendent one had once been, in the end, one was no more than a handful of dust, scattered between heaven and earth.
Su Xin did not feel much emotion. He was not old enough for such sentiments; formidable enemies still awaited him ahead.
After the Buddha died, that wisp of Heaven Grade was grasped in Su Xin's hand and absorbed into his body. This time, Su Xin could clearly sense that his degree of fusion with this world had risen by another great deal. It seemed his earlier guess had been correct.
With something like Heaven Grade, fusing one might produce no reaction, and fusing two might not feel like much either. But once one fused three or four, the difference would become obvious.
Only when Nine Extremes