As his words fell, an earth-shaking cultivation aura spread out, turning into Spiritual Power that communed with heaven and earth. Wind swept and clouds surged; suddenly, dark clouds blanketed the sky.
The clouds pressed down upon the earth, and the sky began to dim, their weight leaving the people of the world unable to breathe.
In the blink of an eye, rain began falling from those clouds. It looked perfectly ordinary, yet every drop carried boundless killing intent.
Rain fell upon a tree, and the tree instantly withered and died.
Rain fell upon a bird, and the bird instantly lost its life, dropping to the ground.
Yet when that terrifying rain fell upon Master Hui Kong, a golden light shone from his body and held it outside, preventing it from penetrating the light.
The golden light enveloping Master Hui Kong made him look like an ancient Buddha.
Yu Gu's heaven-defying Spell actually had no effect whatsoever on Master Hui Kong!
If all arts were illusory in Master Hui Kong's eyes, then illusory they were...
"What is your cultivation, exactly? How can you ignore my Rainfall Sacred Art?" Yu Gu watched in shock as Master Hui Kong stood amid that life-annihilating rain as though disregarding it entirely.
"Amitabha..." Master Hui Kong sighed. "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and like lightning. Thus should they be regarded."
"All phenomena are like dreams; all phenomena are empty..."
"Since all phenomena are empty, naturally, none of the world's arts can affect this humble monk."
"I don't believe it!" Yu Gu said coldly. "Even that realm couldn't disregard our clan's sacred art. You cannot possibly have reached that realm."
Yu Gu held his hands in a circle, then swiftly brought them together before his chest. A blue rune materialized