"Amitabha Buddha."
Wuxin raised his head to look at the black demonic shadows swooping toward him from across the sky. At last, a trace of resolve flashed in his amber eyes.
He pressed his palms together, clasping the strand of Buddha Beads between them.
All the Buddhist light within him burned, seethed, and poured into the Buddha Beads.
His moon-white monk's robes snapped and billowed in the savage surges of air.
The nine ordination scars on his shaved head lit up with golden radiance at once, like a ring of golden lotuses blooming atop his head.
The golden phantom of the Buddha behind him abruptly opened his eyes, shooting two beams of golden Buddhist light from them.
That Buddhist light held boundless compassion and boundless majesty.
"Buddha Says: Flowers Bloom on the Other Shore."
He thrust the Buddha Beads upward. One hundred and eight beads shot into the sky and rearranged themselves in midair, forming a golden lotus dozens of zhang across.
The lotus's overlapping layers of petals were all formed from Buddhist light, and densely packed Sanskrit script flowed across each petal.
Within the Sanskrit script, phantoms of the Buddha preaching the Dharma rose and fell.
The golden lotus met the tide of black demonic shadows, and the two forces collided with a thunderous crash at the center of the arena.
The entire arena shuddered violently. Golden Buddhist light intertwined with black demonic energy, forming a sphere of destructive light hundreds of zhang across.
Within the sphere, the golden lotus's petals shattered one after another, then regenerated one after another.
The black demonic shadows were annihilated one after another, then took shape again one after another. The two forces frantically ground against and devoured each other.
Thunder rolled within the sphere. Space shattered constantly, only to be restored again