One month later.
Before the Great Thunder Monastery on Spirit Mountain.
Yibai finally completed his last sermon. As soon as he finished, the Arhat in front of him took the initiative to step forward and persuade the countless, dense demons to leave Spirit Mountain.
Yibai paid no attention to this. As he finished the sermon, he felt his body undergoing some kind of transformation.
An indescribable, ineffable transformation.
Boom!!!
A thunderclap out of the clear blue sky seemed to presage something; the next moment, a mass of dense thunderclouds gathered, as if a Heavenly Tribulation was brewing.
Yibai was sitting in meditation before the Great Thunder Monastery, heedless of his surroundings as he introspected his own body, everything seemed to be transforming.
He only felt his whole being alternately light and heavy, as if two hands were continuously pulling him, now upwards, now downwards.
