As the Demon God took shape once more, layer upon layer of celestial phenomena rose in the depths of the sky!
This time, however, the Demon God was different from before—
It still had three heads and nine arms, but its savage faces were gone. In their place were faces bearing a striking resemblance to Chen Cuo.
All three faces had their eyes closed, their expressions indifferent. As though they had attained supreme detachment from emotion, they cared little for anything in the mortal world.
Inside the Demon God's body, thoughts gathered like crystal-clear jewels. Chen Cuo seized them, poured in his will, Spirit Light, and Magic Power, and began refining them with all his might!
The Nine-Armed Demon God hung motionless in the sky.
Dark clouds rose on every side, and the air grew heavy.
Meanwhile...
Wisps of smoke drifted through layer upon layer of light and shadow.
A solemn air emerged from the haze, with a majestic presence hidden within it!
Brahma Sound and sacred words came from afar, shifting and echoing like celestial music.
Figures sat cross-legged amid it all, wrapped in chanted scriptures, each glowing with soft Buddha Light.
They were clearly eminent monks. Yet their forms blurred and sharpened by turns: not their true bodies, but Thought Projections.
Before the monks stood a Nine Grades Lotus Throne.
A young monk, radiant from head to toe, sat upon it. Clad in the Brocade Kasaya, he kept his eyes closed and head bowed, his lips moving faintly as he recited scripture.
Suddenly!
His body jolted!
The Brahma Sound filling the place cut off at once!
The monks, immersed in the murmured scriptures, woke with a start and looked at one another.
They studied the young monk on the Lotus Throne, exchanging glances as puzzlement grew among them.