Little Stone Buddha looked no more than a tiny novice monk, dressed in plain gray robes with a string of prayer beads hanging from his chest. His gaze was clear as empty space, and beneath his feet bloomed a lotus step, its petals divided into five colors and slowly turning. He appeared utterly otherworldly.
Yet this was merely a flesh puppet forcibly molded from Ouyang Xing and Zong Hedong, two experts who had entered the Dao.
Normally, puppet arts could not produce such a transformation. It was only because He Ping had cultivated "the Dharma possesses true spirit" and glimpsed a trace of the mysteries of Void Refinement and Creation that he had forcibly kneaded out this shell. Now that Little Stone Buddha's past body had truly entered the fleshly shell, this physical vessel immediately underwent strange changes.
"Something's not right?"
The expert from the Other Shore faction possessing "Guo Jing'an" also sensed something amiss. His eyelid twitched, and with a fierce sweep of his great sleeve, the One Thought Gives Rise to Myriad Dharma Divine Palace poured forth countless golden talismans. The runes soared through the sky, gathering into a sea of fire-clouds. Golden radiance flowed through them as they rolled outward, expanding in an instant to cover more than a hundred mu.
Within that golden cloud of fire seemed to hang a blazing sun, its brilliance as bright as day, illuminating the vault of heaven. No one knew what formidable spell it was, but it spewed out endless flames that transformed into a rain of fire falling from the sky.
It was like a shower of flaming meteors, descending in sheets. If it struck the earth, it would be enough to destroy mountains and land, turning dozens—perhaps hundreds—of miles into a vast desert devoid of life.
Little Stone