I, Too, Ascend the Lotus Throne

[First Calamity: You perused the Spirit Might Guardian Scripture. A hazy figure gradually appeared in your mind—not clear or distinct, yet seemingly branded upon your soul, impossible to forget.]

Shen Yi sat cross-legged, and his pupils gradually focused, as though an extra ring of gold had appeared around them.

A Bodhisattva fruition had no fixed form; what mattered more was the word "intent."

As the panel prompt emerged, Shen Yi realized he felt vaguely familiar with that blurry figure, as though he had seen it long ago, even wielded a portion of its might.

"So the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva Dharma Body was born from this phantom?"

"Spirit Might Guardian—the focus lies in the words 'guardian of the Dao.'"

Somewhat clumsily and stiffly, Shen Yi mobilized the six golden threads within his body. The threads clearly swayed as lightly as goose down, yet his soul felt as though it were bearing countless mountains.

Like someone whose limbs could barely move, merely lifting them made his palms tremble like a sieve; making any delicate movement, such as weaving them into shape, was even less possible.

But time could smooth away all discomfort.

Before demon lifespan measured in calamities, the six golden threads still wrapped themselves around the amber bead.

Keeping firmly in mind the true intent of the phantom he had just seen, Shen Yi moved slowly, allowing the golden threads to gradually interlace and enshroud the bead.

But clearly, six golden threads alone could not form a complete shape. Even if it resembled the crudest bamboo weaving, drafty on all sides, it could only barely construct the upper body of a human figure.

He abruptly accelerated the rate at which he poured in demon lifespan.

With every thousand calamities of lifespan that drained away, another golden thread appeared within him.

Only after