"Heavenly Emperor Treading Through Time, overwhelming this age!"
The wondrous art that had once reigned over the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Domains and ruled the Immortal Realm's Nine Heavens unfolded in Lin Xian's hands. Time stopped in that instant. All things were imprisoned, stripped of perception, as boundless radiance burst forth in shimmering waves.
It was not merely the Light of Time, but the light of the soul, the light of eternity, and the light of the Other Shore, commanding all illumination within the Great World.
An illusory river appeared, filling heaven and earth and enveloping the Mythic Battlefield. The Immortal Heavenly Blade, which had shone with five-colored splendor, was reduced to black and white, as spare as an ink painting.
"What kind of Dao art is this?"
The Immortal Heavenly Blade trembled. Since the Mythical Era, it had witnessed countless emperors and sovereigns, yet never had it encountered an imperial art so uncanny, embodying both time and transcendence.
Its blade light, powerful enough to split a sea of stars, struggled through the boundless resonance of the Dao. Beneath the radiance of the years, it was gradually buried, its power greatly diminished. In the end, it cleaved only a single star domain, turning countless great stars to dust.
"Excellent, excellent. This is a supreme art of the Other Shore."
All living beings were caught within it. Only Lin Xian set foot upon the river, his fate undetermined, bearing the traits of the Other Shore. He resembled a Buddha descending into the world, awakening great wisdom, revealing great light, and opening an unsurpassed path of the Dao.
In Sanskrit, "Amita" meant immeasurable. Amitabha was both the Buddha of Immeasurable Life and the Buddha of Immeasurable Light!
"Nonsense! What sort of Other Shore is this?"
The Immortal Heavenly Blade grew furious,