But now that Ancestor Minghe had struck on the first day, he could hardly blame Jieyin and Zhunti for retaliating on the fifteenth.
So you refuse to come out, Ancestor Minghe?
I'll convert every last member of your Asura Race. Let's see whether you come out then.
At that thought, Buddhist light blazed around Jieyin and Zhunti. Golden lotuses sprang from the ground, jeweled garlands hung like curtains, and endless chanting rose.
Like the beguiling music of the Great Dao, it resounded through the nine heavens.
A vast Buddha Kingdom appeared behind them, containing billions of novices. The eight classes of heavenly dragons circled overhead, monastery guardians cleared the way, and sonorous chanting transformed into endless Dao Resonance that spread outward.
In an instant, the Netherworld Sea of Blood, previously awash in bloody winds, crimson rain, and towering killing intent, seemed to become a paradise. Dense sala groves stood lush and beautiful, flowers bloomed, and fragrance rose from the pure land.
Countless temples lay hidden beneath those boundless sala trees, with Buddhist pagodas towering above them. Streams murmured and birds sang to one another. From deep within the endless chanting, bells occasionally rang out.
It was incomparably tranquil.
"What are those two baldheads up to?"
Deep within the Netherworld Sea of Blood, Ancestor Minghe's expression changed in alarm when he saw Jieyin and Zhunti making such a grand display.
The endless Buddhist chanting penetrated the Netherworld Sea of Blood like the voice of the Great Dao, reverberating throughout its depths.
Even with the protection of a barrier reinforced by Ancestor Minghe's magical power, the endless chanting still reached the ears of every asura like rolling thunder.
It echoed in the depths of their seas of consciousness.
This was Jieyin and Zhunti's Great Vajra Mantra.
As the Great Vajra Mantra continued