But today, I heard no chants of Amitabha Buddha, only countless screams of bloodshed and endless wails! When I stepped out of the Buddha statue and turned the dream into reality, I found that Spirit Mountain had become hell! Alas... Amitabha Buddha, why must Buddhism suffer such a calamity? Benefactor Ren, Benefactor Minghe... are you truly not afraid of provoking Buddhism's wrath?"
The unassuming young monk raised his head. The smile vanished from his eyes, leaving only boundless fury.
Clutching his prayer beads, he swept the scene with a piercing gaze full of cold killing intent.
Killing intent poured out, and Buddhist light enveloped Spirit Mountain. Within that radiance, countless Buddhas seemed to chant softly, their voices wearing away even Fiendish Qi.
Such a sight left countless onlookers astonished!
Not just Ren and Minghe—even Maitreya and Glazed, fighting in Northern Jambudvipa, were stunned!
None of them had imagined Jieyin had left behind a trump card like this. If the young monk spoke the truth, he was Jieyin's son—a Saint's child, taught by Jieyin within a dream! Or perhaps the young monk was an incarnation Jieyin had created in his dreams.
Either way, a being brought forth by a Saint could hardly be ordinary.
As Ren pondered this, the Buddhist light radiating from the young monk turned to flame, as though even the Buddha had lost his temper.
"Half-Step Primordial Unity! No... beyond Half-Step Primordial Unity, but not yet in the Primordial Unity Realm!" Minghe said with a fierce sneer, his vicious eyes flashing.
The moment he sensed the young monk's aura, Minghe understood his strength.
Ren sensed it too and frowned. "To think Jieyin left behind a trump card like this. No wonder he ranks second only to Laozi among the Saints!"
Ren murmured to himself, growing ever more wary.