Although this demonic beast had been powerful ten thousand years ago, it had only recently come into being again. In truth, it could barely deal with cultivators below the Spirit Transformation Stage. Once it encountered cultivators at or above that stage, especially Buddhist cultivators, its true colors would be exposed all the same.
In other words, it was nowhere near as formidable as the young monk imagined.
If it really could do anything, the Buddha Child would not have subdued it in a single encounter, stripping away a large swath of the black miasma surrounding it.
But by the time the young monk realized all this, the battle was already drawing to a close.
His real eldest senior brother lay to one side with his eyes closed, his face tinged with the blue-gray pallor of the dead. Clearly, he had long since stopped breathing.
The World-Cleansing Liuli Pagoda in the Buddha Child's hand still shone with dazzling radiance. That once immensely powerful mass of demonic qi had now dwindled to the size of a fist. The young monk could vaguely hear it whimpering, as though begging for mercy...
Yet faced with such a demon, he could not summon even a shred of compassion.
Ten thousand years ago, how many people had begged it for mercy like this? And had it, a demonic beast, ever considered sparing those humans?
The Buddha was merciful, yet even the vajra guardian had moments when his eyes blazed with wrath.
In the end, that mass of demonic qi gradually dissipated beneath the radiance of the World-Cleansing Liuli Pagoda...
The young monk gazed at that radiance, entranced. Only when the Buddha Child put away the World-Cleansing Liuli Pagoda did he stir as though waking from a dream.
"Buddha Child, this disciple has one more matter to