After throwing back its head and letting out a long howl, the Black Demon Head immediately grew calm. Its eyes blazing with bloody light, it looked toward Chan'er, opened its mouth, and spat a strand of black light shimmering with a sinister aura at the Golden Cicada Dharma Form.
Compared with the surging golden light all around, this strand of black light was insignificant, like a single grain in the vast sea.
Yet amid the golden light filling the sky and the layer upon layer of Buddhist power, that strand of black light stubbornly survived. In a flash, it pierced the space between the Golden Cicada Dharma Form's brows.
A layer of black immediately stained the Golden Cicada Dharma Form's forehead and rapidly spread outward. Its once compassionate, peaceful face grew savage, becoming increasingly hideous.
The Buddhist chanting echoing through the void abruptly ceased. The clamorous world fell silent in an instant, and pain appeared on Chan'er's little face as the golden light around him rapidly dimmed.
At that critical moment, a ball of golden light suddenly rose from Chan'er's chest. It was the Sarira, which merged with the Golden Cicada Dharma Form in a flash.
As though it had taken a potent restorative, the Golden Cicada Dharma Form instantly grew several times larger. The black aura on its face was swiftly expelled, and Buddhist chanting rang through the void once more.
Amid flickering golden light, the previously indistinct Golden Cicada Dharma Form rapidly became clear.
The Buddha was golden from head to toe, with slender brows radiating fine golden rays. A vivid cinnabar mark adorned the space between its brows, and its eyes were gentle and bright. Its smiling face conveyed extraordinary kindness and benevolence.
Merely looking at this dharma form filled everyone with unwavering resolve and boundless confidence,