"BOOM!!!"
A thunderous blast shook the heavens, and the entire ruin trembled.
The remaining Buddhist towers came crashing down beneath the shockwave, shattered bricks and stones spraying in every direction.
Countless enormous cracks split open across the ground, scorching earthfire surging from within and painting the ruins crimson.
The old monk in the distance watched this scene without a change in expression, but his heart ached.
Another huge batch had shattered.
Sigh...
The blood-red sword light and the phantom Buddha vanished at the same time.
Ye Lin took three steps back, and Qingran also took three steps back.
The two raised their heads simultaneously, their gazes colliding in the air.
For the first time, gravity appeared in Qingran's eyes.
"Benefactor, where did your swordsmanship come from?"
His voice was no longer calm, carrying a trace of inquiry.
Ye Lin did not answer.
His second sword strike had already fallen.
"Primeval Sword Art, Second Form—Yin-Yang Division."
Two streams of black-and-white sword light shot forth from the Godslayer Sword, twisting around each other and transforming into two Flood Dragons that pounced at Qingran from the left and right.
Qingran formed seals with both hands, and the Buddhist radiance around him suddenly flared.
Golden Buddhist light surged from his body, transforming into a golden Buddha statue that enveloped him within.
The statue stood roughly thirty zhang tall, seated cross-legged with a compassionate face and eyes gently shut, ancient scriptures flowing endlessly around its body.
The black-and-white Flood Dragons slammed into the golden Buddha statue.
The black Flood Dragon opened its massive jaws and bit down on the statue's left arm.
The Law of Yin began corroding the statue. Black cracks spread outward from the bite mark, like black snakes slithering across its body.
The white Flood Dragon coiled around the statue's legs. The