At this moment, when tens of thousands of ordinary people all fell to their knees in worship,
the shock felt by most people was beyond imagining.
The Buddha Kingdom had been established, and Buddhas truly existed.
Everyone addressed them as World-Honored Ones.
True Buddhas existed in this world, and they were often willing to help their believers.
The battle above the heavens had now reached its end.
With another attack from the Evil Ancestor, Tongming Enlightener finally could no longer hold on.
His mangled, bloodied body slowly fell from the sky.
The breeze lifted the short hair before his forehead, while the sounds of spatial turbulence still echoed beside his ears.
Tongming Enlightener was not afraid of death. He looked below.
Ordinary people covered the land and sky, praying for him.
Every one of them was so devout, so filled with reverence.
Suddenly, he smiled—a smile of pure happiness.
Perhaps his life had been worth it after all.
Yet at this moment, he suddenly recalled something his master had once said.
"Do you think helping ordinary people is useless?
Actually, one of the greatest abilities in our Buddha Kingdom's cultivation is absorbing the Power of All Beings.
But the prerequisite is that these people must be your believers and have prayed to you with sincere devotion.
You still have a long road ahead of you!"
Those were words his master, the Puguang Great Emperor, had once spoken.
Back then, he had not understood what the Power of All Beings was.
But as he watched the prayers of these countless people, Tongming Enlightener suddenly felt as though he understood something.
His body continued to plummet.
He did not resist, nor did he have the strength to resist anymore.
He simply let his body fall.
Amid his hazy consciousness, he seemed