"Master, the Soul-Reaping Sanskrit Chant!"
I had experienced it inside the Tube Building.
But back then, that ghost had relied on a crystal to recite the Soul-Reaping Sanskrit Chant.
It was nowhere near as intimidating and shocking as the Soul-Reaping Sanskrit Chant now being recited by this Black Buddha.
It echoed through the entire valley, as if it could pierce straight through a person...
But that was not all. As the Black Buddha continued chanting the "Soul-Reaping Sanskrit Chant,"
the Black Buddha suddenly attacked, striking at us with a palm covered in reversed black swastikas.
Master did not answer me. He merely flashed in front of me to shield me.
His face turned grim as he let out a low shout:
"Heaven and earth without bounds, Mysterious Heart True Method."
As he spoke, he thrust out a palm.
Powerful energy erupted. With a deafening bang, the force Master unleashed collided with the Black Buddha's palm.
The force of the explosion created a turbulent gale of energy.
It swept out in every direction with a whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The Soul-Reaping Sanskrit Chant suddenly grew even louder:
"Lay down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the spot..."
"Lay down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the spot..."
As the alternating light and heavy chants rang out, black mist churned, and the surrounding scenery abruptly twisted.
The hot spring pool, the wild grass and shrubs on the ground, and the Black Buddha ahead all vanished without a trace.
Beneath our feet stretched an endless black swamp.
Within that black swamp bloomed black lotus after black lotus. Ink-black fluid even flowed along the edges of their petals, dripping continuously into the mire below with a drip, drip, drip. It was utterly bizarre.
When I looked up, the sky was a