Buddha struck with a palm, and space-time froze.
The Golden Emperor and the Six-Soul Banner could not move.
That was the gulf between them.
If the Most Ancient One was comparable to a Sacrificial Dao being in the Shrouding the Heavens World, then the half-transcendent Buddha was comparable to the Weird Plateau.
The comparison was not necessarily exact. Different systems followed different Chaos Paths; a perfect comparison was impossible.
But the difference in their levels was unmistakable. Buddha's power stood above that of the Most Ancient One.
After striking through the Bodhi Wonder Tree, however, the pale-gold Buddha palm vanished.
He was caught between states, with the strength for only one final strike.
Nothing happened more than three times. The Dao was no exception.
Buddha had struck once before to suppress the Demon Buddha. This had been his second strike.
He had no chance to strike a third time. It was not even that he had chosen not to kill the Golden Emperor just now; he could no longer do it.
His power could no longer reach out from that dimension. Suppression was his limit.
The Demon Buddha despaired at the sight.
As the first living being to experience the power of a Dao Fruit, he had naturally guarded against Buddha striking a second time.
But what difference did it make? He had never had any hope this time. Everything had been a futile struggle.
The Demon Buddha looked at the Golden Emperor, trapped like an insect in amber, and knew that whatever happened next, he would have no chance.
Meng Chuan gazed at the seemingly sealed Golden Emperor, his thoughts drifting.
The Chaos-level Buddha in the Boundless Chaos Sea had died and had yet to return.
Of course, whether a Chaos Existence lived or died did not affect the