"Public opinion can melt gold," Daoist Tianhong's body disintegrated, transforming into countless colors that merged into the huge Buddha behind him.
The giant Buddha rapidly took shape from the void, with the lotus platform resting within the crystal. Its size began to expand and grow rapidly.
In the cracking sounds, the Buddha's head touched the crystal ceiling, emitting a crisp noise.
At the same time, countless tiny blood-colored mouths on his face emitted a new wave of transparent vibrational sound waves.
Where the sound waves passed, the crystal ground, the walls, everything transformed into a brilliant, pure golden color.
Crack.
At the same time, after briefly suppressing his opponent, Daoist Tianhong looked up and delivered a heavy palm strike towards the ceiling overhead.
Puh!
In an instant, his hand froze in its tracks.
Suspended in mid-air as if a statue, motionless and rigid.
