Qin Mu's figure passed through the golden rain of light drifting across the sky and continued forward.
His pace was not fast, yet it carried an unchanging rhythm. Every step seemed to land on Jie Yin and Zhun Ti's hearts, leaving them gasping for breath.
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"
Jie Yin's voice trembled. For the first time, an expression called "despair" appeared on his sorrowful face.
"His power... his Dao... completely surpasses ours! In this Buddha World, he is the true ruler!"
How ironic.
The world they had painstakingly created to suppress their enemies had instead become their opponent's slaughterhouse.
As Qin Mu advanced, every Buddha, Bodhisattva, and Arhat who dared stand in his way was reduced to dust beneath the edge of the Spear of Destruction.
This resplendent Buddha World was visibly becoming emptier and more deathly silent.
At last, Qin Mu stopped.
Before him stood Spirit Mountain, ninety thousand zhang tall. At its summit sat two golden Buddhas, each ten thousand zhang in height, cross-legged in meditation.
They were Jie Yin and Zhun Ti's true Dharma forms.
They were the final core of this Buddha World.
Qin Mu's gaze calmly swept over Zhun Ti's slightly smaller Dharma form, which held the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.
He looked at him as though he were already dead.
Locked beneath Qin Mu's gaze, Zhun Ti felt a chill surge from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, freezing his entire body.
He knew he would be next.
Qin Mu slowly raised the Spear of Destruction in his hand, its tip pointing toward Zhun Ti from afar.
"Your turn."
"Ahhh! Qin Mu! I'll fight you to the death!"
Locked onto by that icy killing intent, Zhun Ti completely lost his mind.
He knew there was no path