I, Azure Flower, Get By on One Skill Alone

"Please quell your anger, Ancestor God!"

The monks pressed their palms together and chanted loudly, seeking to extinguish the blazing heat within Southern Sumeru.

Yet as one of the nine veins, embodying the fiercest flame of absolute yang in the world, how could it possibly be suppressed by mere Buddhist chants?

Tongues of fire surged forth, then spread madly. In an instant, a hundred Buddhist cliffs were swallowed by a sea of flames. Beneath that terrifying heat, all of Southern Sumeru twisted and blurred.

"This Venerable shall give you twelve more hours."

"If I do not see the future, I shall burn this domain to ashes."

The giant sat atop the highest cliff, his hair dancing wildly like flames. He opened his eyes and looked ahead with cold indifference.

In the past, whenever he awakened, when had these so-called immortals and Buddhas ever failed to come and welcome him with utmost reverence?

And now, those monkeys wearing official hats actually dared raise their hands against true gods.

Even after he had condescended to descend upon Mount Sumeru in person, Future Buddha still dared hide away and refuse to meet him. Perhaps they had been far too forgiving toward these monkeys, allowing them to forget who the true master of this heaven and earth was.

He could permit these people to imitate divine might and wield part of the great power of the Heavenly Dao, but if that made them arrogant and forget the distinction between high and low, then they should prepare to be stripped of everything.

At those words, all the monks changed color.

They did not dare openly rebuke him, but beneath their seemingly respectful expressions, killing intent plainly emerged.

When heaven and earth had first opened, mortal lives had been frail. It was only upon seeing these