To be fair, although that thing was certainly no good, it really did look impressive.
The Many-Treasured Demon Buddha had a face like a full moon, long, drooping eyebrows, half-closed eyes, and the faintest hint of a smile.
A brilliant golden halo hung behind its head, with countless celestial maidens faintly visible dancing and circling within it.
Golden radiance surged around its body. Every fold of its kasaya gleamed like flowing gold, forming a glaring contrast with the black mist behind it.
Yang Yong had seen plenty of Eerie during the Apocalypse. Some were ugly enough to turn his stomach, some strange enough to make his scalp crawl, and some so sinister that cold seeped into his bones.
But this Demon Buddha before him...
If he knew nothing about it and judged by appearances alone, it looked more like a Buddha than any real monk he had ever seen.
It stood between the black mist and golden light, like some kind of ironic fable:
The most evil things often wore the holiest skins!
When the Many-Treasured Demon Buddha saw Mechanical City break through the black mist in the distance and head straight toward it, an extremely subtle change appeared on its compassionate, solemn face...
Its smile froze for an instant.
That instant was brief, but Yang Yong caught it.
The keen eye he had developed during the Apocalypse had not been honed for nothing. That was fear.
It was afraid.
It, too, had seen the White Bone Bodhisattva split in two by a single axe blow just now.
The Many-Treasured Demon Buddha abruptly pressed its palms together.
Boom...!
Countless glittering golden pagodas rose from the ground before it.
Not a few, not dozens, but a dense forest of pagodas with no end in sight.
Every pagoda stood seven stories tall,