Crocodile Ancestor Meets His End, Wushi's Voice

Ten thousand rays of divine, sacred light shone as Jiang Yun chanted heavenly sounds. The void was repeatedly annihilated and remade, as though heaven and earth were being cleaved apart. He had made Buddhism's supreme sacred art his own.

A star gradually took shape beside him. In its brief flash, a shadowy figure could be seen standing within it, chanting heavenly sounds as waves of sound stirred ripples in the Grand Dao that spread in every direction.

"Another Grand Dao star has taken shape! What kind of monster is he?!"

Gai Jiuyou's hands trembled slightly as he stroked his beard. He could sense it more clearly now, yet could scarcely believe his eyes. Was Jiang Yun truly going to forge a path through ten thousand Daos?

Once Jiang Yun had exhausted every trace of Dao resonance within the prayer beads, he gradually awoke from his deep enlightenment. The Six-Character Mantra was indeed Buddhism's supreme sacred art, every bit the equal of the Nine Secrets.

Simply chanting it unleashed divine power, and it could be used alongside the Nine Secrets. In certain respects, it was even stronger, catching enemies utterly off guard.

What he had comprehended was not the orthodox Six-Character Mantra. It lacked the Buddhist Sect's strange power of conversion, leaving only a pure art of attack whose might was greater still.

He slowly opened his eyes. The shock on Gai Jiuyou's face vanished at once. After living so many years and weathering every kind of storm, how could he let Jiang Yun see him lose his composure?

"The path you're walking is bound to be difficult. Before Dao Severing, you must consider it carefully. If necessary, you can abandon ten thousand Daos to preserve one."

Gai Jiuyou first gave Jiang Yun an approving look, then spoke after a moment's