The timing of this thread of Buddhist light's appearance was exceedingly clever. It came precisely when the Spirit of the Radiant Bodhi Buddha Land had collapsed and emptied its mind, and when Yu Chen was paying the closest attention to it. At such a moment, Yu Chen might guard against attacks from without, but he would not pay too much heed to changes within the Spirit of the Radiant Bodhi Buddha Land.
Moreover, before it erupted, this thread of Buddhist light was no different from the power within the Spirit of the Radiant Bodhi Buddha Land.
Yet although the timing of its eruption was ingenious, it had never intended from the beginning to question the Spirit of the Radiant Bodhi Buddha Land. Its true purpose was to force whoever stood behind it to make a move.
The moment the Buddhist light annihilated the Spirit of the Radiant Bodhi Buddha Land was also the moment it was most conspicuous.
Yu Chen, who had long been prepared, flipped his palm and, by a stroke of perfect coincidence, plucked it out of the air.
The instant the Buddhist light landed in his hand, faint ripples spread outward, as though it wished to destroy itself.
Threads of obscure, eerie dark radiance gathered at Yu Chen's fingertips. Before it could act, he sealed the Buddhist light away. Countless patterns, great and small, gathered around it, locking it down layer upon layer through void, Cosmic Light, karma, aura, and every other aspect, leaving it suspended between destruction and not yet being destroyed.
Then Yu Chen looked toward the Spirit of the Radiant Bodhi Buddha Land, which had lost most of its form. He watched that thread of Buddhist light and saw tiny black spots emerge amid its originally rather sacred radiance, along with surging, intense hatred.