Seated among the clouds, Chen Cuo was wreathed in flames of power so dense they had become tangible. His presence had almost reached its peak!
Behind him, five Dao Suns gathered and scattered without cease. Wisps of gray-white qi seeped from his entire body and intertwined behind him, faintly threatening to condense into a sixth Dao Sun!
"Life-and-Death Qi!"
Those who noticed the change behind Chen Cuo were startled.
"A sixth Dao Sun! Just how deep are the foundations of his Blessed Land? No wonder he dared challenge the World-Honored One now! But even if the World-Honored One's scheme is doomed, a cornered beast will still fight. I fear this counterattack will be hard to withstand!"
Even Jin Zhongjian marveled inwardly. Yet as he watched the Buddha Light surge into the sky, worry showed on his face.
Within the Buddha Light lay a tragic vision: the Great Sun falling, Spirit Mountain collapsing, palaces crumbling, and Buddhas withering away. It seethed with seemingly endless grief and fury!
"Though the great faith has fallen, its lingering force remains!"
Boom!
As that thought arose, the surging Buddha Light struck like a savage torrent. In an instant, it smashed through layer upon layer of cloud, about to swallow Chen Cuo whole!
The roiling radiance was dazzling, yet it gave off the stale, decaying air of something at the end of its strength—a stream cut off from its source. But the fierce will settled within it remained hard as steel! The moment it reached Chen Cuo, it burst into a brilliance beyond measure, intent on swallowing him whole!
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
In mere moments, Chen Cuo's senses filled with countless indescribable sounds: the hatred and anger of an entire faith made manifest!
That ancient faith had spanned All Under Heaven, stretched from east to west,