Cultivating Three Paths Together

The myriad golden Buddhas shattered, collapsing at a slant as thunderous roars shot into the sky.

The golden light was swallowed by black clouds.

Only a colossal black Buddha remained in the world, as tall as the canopy of heaven. Its palms were pressed together, and the Immaculate Buddhist Beads on its brow resembled a blazing sun in broad daylight, like a vertical eye coldly gazing down upon the mortal realm.

By all appearances, this great Buddha was clearly a demon Buddha.

Yet with every other Buddha form shattered, the sole one left could only be a True Buddha!

The monks scattered across the mountains and plains trembled as they looked up at that majestic Dharma body. Their pupils dilated, their bodies bent of their own accord, and they fell to their knees before the colossal black Buddha in perfect unison.

"Do not bow!"

Past Buddha was beside himself with rage. His eyes split wide as he swept his gaze around and hoarsely roared, "All of you, get up!"

Yet his gaunt body, wrapped in a tattered kasaya, seemed so tiny before that colossal black Buddha that even his voice was ignored.

The Bodhi Sect disciples, who had once rather died than allow Shen Yi to ascend to the position of Immortal Emperor, were now kneeling in neat rows beneath those fluttering black robes.

"Come and die—"

Past Buddha took in this sight, veins bulging across his forehead. He shot into the air, both palms raised as though holding up the heavens. Heaven and earth overturned, mountains and rivers rose together, and he struck straight toward Shen Yi.

Under that surging Buddha light, the many True Buddhas locked in fierce battle all changed expression and instantly withdrew. Any shoulder brushed by the Buddha light was directly dissolved away.

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