Jin Chanzi's heart was brimming with excitement.
He had thought he was surely doomed this time.
He had come to fight the demons and devils with the resolve to die.
After all, with his strength, he had no way to contend with these powerful members of the Devil Race.
Yet, for some unknown reason.
His very first battle after descending the mountain had gone so smoothly.
He might have been a little slow and rather blunt in his ways, but that did not mean he was truly stupid.
Back in the Buddhist Sect, reciting scriptures had never produced such an effect.
Yet here in the Primordial World, chanting scriptures could actually suppress these devils.
He found it utterly inconceivable.
"Amitabha, World-Honored Buddha Patriarch..."
The people following Jin Chanzi all looked astonished.
They had hurried over intending to save his life.
After all, this was their first time meeting a disciple of the Buddhist Sect with such a pure, childlike heart.
Would it not have been a pity if he perished here?
In truth, aside from retaining pure hearts and a measure of kindness, their main reason for coming was that Jin Chanzi had moved them. They felt that they might never become someone like him.
But they could follow Jin Chanzi and protect him.
When they saw Jin Chanzi subdue the devils, they were all dumbstruck.
"Heavens, what am I seeing?"
"Jin Chanzi is actually radiating golden light. What is this?"
"What's wrong with those devils? Look at them retreating in agony."
"Did you see that? The Demonic Qi on their bodies is dissipating."
"Heavens, it's true! The Demonic Qi on their bodies is actually dissipating. Jin Chanzi is purifying them."
The Battle Buddha, the Net Altar Envoy, the Golden Body Arhat, Bodhisattva Guangli of the Eight Classes of Celestial