Mahakala looked toward the depths of the void rift, seeing a roiling mortal world and a turbid ten-direction realm.
The Western Buddhist Kingdom was indeed opening the Six Paths Samsara to assist her reincarnation, yet at such a time, truly plunging into samsara filled her with a bone-chilling dread no matter how she pondered the consequences.
She no longer cared how chaotic the spiritual pneuma became, exerting all her might to resist the law-system turbulence caused by the Tai Xuan Demon Mother and striving to strike down Fah Hui, but it was already too late.
Six Buddhas had cast aside everything, empowering her with divine abilities. Even separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and even though Fah Hui at this moment was decrepit to the extreme, the burst of power and tier it manifested remained an absolute, crushing suppression for Mahakala.
Furthermore, atop the Six Paths reincarnation wheel, her pact with the Shifang Demon Spirit still remained. Even though Buddhism had now brazenly and practically violated the curse-oath, just as Fah Hui had stated, this was still assistance toward her rebirth, as well as a force of binding.
Where Fah Hui's turbid gaze pointed, all the divine abilities and magic powers she had managed to gather simply melted away.
Off to one side, the Shifang Demon Spirit was also struggling, unable to lend any help at this moment.
She had still counted on the support of the faith power accumulated by the Black Heaven Cult over several kalpas, yet this channel had also been severed by the Six Paths Samsara.
At this moment, she had completely become a precarious little boat tossing in a storm. When all her reliances proved untrustworthy, her thoughts ironically grew clearer and clearer.
She thought: it was actually not surprising that those bald donkeys