The golden silk formed from profound hexagrams connected to the earth, its aura and power linking together and leaving a deep imprint on the surface-a transformed golden Bagua Diagram!
Crack!
A figure appeared abruptly, sinister beyond measure. His portrait hung in Shaolin Temple, and every Shaolin monk knew this ancestral patriarch, yet not one dared acknowledge his identity. He bore no resemblance to the figure in their memories.
He was Evil Bodhidharma!
"So what if you're Evil Bodhidharma!"
"You're nothing but a lingering thought!"
"Be suppressed!" Ji Hao shouted again. The Heaven-Flipping Seal pressed down, the bodhi swayed, illuminating his true heart, and more than a hundred black boulders nearby crumbled to dust. Evil Bodhidharma's assault was ground away outright, dissolved layer by layer, unable to harm a single person.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Black vapor surged into the sky, condensing into clouds that whirled into a vortex. Beneath their center stood a monk.
His features had something of the Southern Wilderness about them. A string of large, dark prayer beads hung around his neck. He wore gray robes and straw sandals, his eyes tightly shut and his expression hideously contorted.
"Demon, meet your death." Ji Hao's voice was low.
All his insights into the First Form of the Tathagata Palm rose in his heart. Harnessing the intent of "throughout heaven and earth, Only I Am Supreme," his figure immediately grew towering, rising rapidly.
The two forms of the Tathagata Palm he had mastered merged into one.
Without hesitation, he unleashed his self-created Tathagata Palm. The domineering intent of his sole supremacy coexisted with the pure intent of transcendence. A Buddha plucked a flower and smiled beneath the Bodhi Tree; a celestial comprehended the Great Dao beneath it.
Great radiance, great boundlessness, great freedom, great purity!
Boom! As this palm struck,