Before such laws, the Buddhist arts he had taken such pride in, the Buddha-light he had painstakingly cultivated for countless years, and the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss he had so carefully arranged were all like paper mache—unable to withstand a single blow.
"Th-this... how is this possible...?"
Wuchen muttered, his voice filled with disbelief.
It had been many years since he had felt such fear.
The last time he had felt it was countless years ago, when he had still been a young novice monk facing an Unrivaled devil.
And now, that fear had descended upon him once more.
And it was even more intense than before, even more despairing.
Because at least with that devil, he had been able to see the other party's cultivation and know the gap between them.
But this young man before him—he could not see through him at all.
Not at all.
What did that mean?
It meant the other party's cultivation was at least one major realm above his.
Fourth Heaven of the Quasi-Saint Realm?
No, not merely that.
Fifth Heaven of the Quasi-Saint Realm?
Or perhaps even higher?
Wuchen did not dare think any further.
But he had no way out now.
He had to face this battle.
He drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart. Pressing his palms together, he chanted a true mantra.
"Amitabha!"
The Buddha's invocation exploded like thunderclap.
The ocean of Buddha-light around him began to surge wildly.
The countless golden lotuses burst apart one after another, turning into a skyful of golden light that merged into the ocean of Buddha-light.
The sea of Buddha-light roiled violently, shrinking and condensing at a visible speed.
In the blink of an eye, the ocean of Buddha-light that had covered half the arena condensed into a gigantic