Guangming Buddha rose into the air and raised his hand, summoning his wooden staff. Golden Buddha light suddenly blazed in his eyes, and a Buddha Kingdom of myriad phenomena appeared behind him. As Dao resonance revealed itself, the vision of the Buddha Kingdom blotted out the sky and sun, like a Buddha Kingdom reflected in the heavens.
Amid the flowing rosy light, towers of gold and jade faintly appeared, drumbeats marked the rhythm, and Buddhist chants thundered.
On the ground, Boluo raised his head to gaze at the countless sights of the Heavenly Buddha Kingdom, watching it descend before his eyes like a real world.
His voice grew fervent:
"Having attained the teachings of Mahayana, your body seems united with the Dao."
"Heaven and earth turn upside down, cause and effect interweave."
"The prodigies of this world truly possess breathtaking talent. This glimpse today alone tells me that you really might not lose to a True Immortal."
Guangming Buddha did not answer, merely gazing calmly at Boluo below.
Ten thousand hands instantly reached out from the Buddha Kingdom overhead, each forming a seal.
For a moment, countless arts surged, mountains and rivers changed course, the earth rose and sank, lightning swept forth like dragons, and raging flames burned outward.
Time stood still, curses clung, and crushing pressure descended.
The ten thousand hands formed ten thousand seals in an instant, yet not one of those ten thousand attacks was weakened in the slightest. Every attack seemed to have been personally cast by Guangming Buddha with painstaking effort.
As Boluo dodged, he tore off the earthen-yellow monk's robe draped over him. A speck of red light kindled in his eyes, and his formerly rather small, thin frame transformed into his true rakshasa body. Blood-red markings branded his flesh, and the spear in