Above the Ruins of Zhangshi, where thunderous sounds and surging spells had filled the heavens moments before, a deathly silence now reigned.
Whether the Bodhisattvas and Arhats of the Supreme True Buddha or the cultivators of the Ruins of Zhangshi, all stared blankly at the scene in the void, astonished, shaken, and disbelieving.
The blue-robed figure stood lightly in the void, hands behind his back. Despite the disorder of Rules and the inversion of Yin-Yang, he calmly looked down upon the two enormous Buddha statues below.
His azure robes snapped in the wind. Godlike and demonlike, his figure was small, yet inspired the reverence of gazing up at a towering mountain.
By comparison, the two enormous Buddha statues seemed to have lost their luster.
Meanwhile, in the void outside the Ruins of Zhangshi.
The aged figure likewise stared at Wang Ba in astonishment, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise and wonder:
"This... that Chaos of his has thoroughly inherited Fellow Daoist Chao's Myriad Beasts Without Reins methods."
"But how is his Dao Domain so substantial and powerful? Its compatibility with the Rules is also perfect to an inconceivable degree, even though its grade has yet to reach the tenth..."
"Below Mahayana, can anyone still match him?"
He was not entirely sure, but he vaguely felt that the Late Stage of Tribulation Crossing and Tribulation Crossing Perfection cultivators he knew-even his own direct disciple, Bai Liaochan, the current sect master of the Cloud-Heaven Sect-would probably fall somewhat short in a real fight against him.
Even he himself felt that, back when he had reached Tribulation Crossing Perfection, he would probably have struggled to withstand an encirclement by three Great Bodhisattvas at once.
Astonishment and admiration filled his heart. Then he could not help murmuring regretfully:
"This disciple of Fellow Daoist Chao