The void thundered.
Buddhist light flowed.
Surrounded by the Mahayana and Tribulation Crossing cultivators, the one-armed old monk stood quietly in the void, his remaining palm held upright before him.
His monk's robe billowed, and his presence was obscure and unfathomable.
Buddha Lord Tianshang looked calm, his indifferent gaze resting on Chonghua a short distance before him.
Neither sorrow nor joy showed on his face.
Chonghua's expression was grave, a rare trace of wariness in his eyes. Hearing the old monk's praise, he fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking:
"You're not bad yourself. I merely relied on my divine abilities."
Of his two Double Pupils Divine Abilities, his left eye could discern the strengths and weaknesses of another's defenses, while his right could briefly raise his own condition to several times its current level.
Their effects were simple, but together, they could produce astonishing results.
Buddha Lord Tianshang shook his head slightly and spoke truthfully:
"Despite the immense difference in our strength, you still found an opening, and even damaged my Dharma body at the critical moment of reversal, leaving the Three Great Dharma Realms incompletely reversed and the work unfinished... at the same cultivation level, I would be no match for you."
At this point, his gaze swept over Wang Ba and Kongchanzi in the distance, and he could not help sighing softly:
"What a pity you chose the wrong path."
Chonghua raised his brows slightly at this, but said nothing more.
Things had come to this; there was nothing left to say. They could only fight to the death.
He merely watched his opponent quietly, his vigilance raised to its utmost.
Meanwhile, the surrounding cultivators who still had strength to spare all wore grave expressions, doing everything they could to recover as quickly as possible. They