At his words, the monks all widened their eyes and looked toward the abbot.
"Amitabha."
The abbot pressed his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name. In an instant, an immensely majestic Buddhist power spread throughout the entire hall, and the monks vanished one after another.
Their souls and spirits were utterly scattered.
"No... I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I still have a future—I still have a future!"
Clear Heart screamed as he watched his body gradually disappear. He was a fifth-layer Golden Immortal—a mighty fifth-layer Golden Immortal cultivator.
Was the gap between the fifth layer and the eighth layer of the Golden Immortal realm truly that vast?
"I refuse to accept this... I refuse to accept it..."
"Why? Why are you taking us away? Aren't we your children? Why are you killing us?"
Even the bodies of the sixth-layer Golden Immortal cultivators were continuously vanishing.
They had thought the old man's lamp had run dry and his oil exhausted, yet they had never expected him to play them one final time.
He had burned his vital essence to return to his peak, then wiped them all out in a single move.
"Amitabha."
The abbot finally chanted one last Buddhist invocation. As the resplendent, majestic chant descended, not a single figure remained within the magnificent golden hall.
"The causes of that day have borne the fruits of today. It is all the consequence of my own sins."
"Every living being has their own allotted fate. Their abandonment, their becoming beggars, their murder—all of it was their fate."
"I changed their fates. This is Heaven's punishment upon me."
"Amitabha."
After speaking, the abbot's body swayed, and he fell stiffly onto the floor of the hall.
"Master!"
Seeing this, Jingxin and the other two hurried over from