The Bodhi tree was filled with great purity, great wisdom, great freedom, and great bliss. It seemed to be the nature in everyone’s heart, the Tathagata of the self. However, in the feeling of Han Guang’s tathagata golden body, it was so heavy, it was almost difficult to shake even the slightest bit. Even if both sides came from the same source, they both belonged to the Buddhist “Tathagata.”They could avoid layers of restrictions and reduce most of their weight.
Just as the glazed Buddhist light around him was about to transform into the Phantoms of Golden Buddhas and unleash their tathagata divine palms, a subtle sound of cutting through the air suddenly came from the top of the spiritual mountain. It was like a hot knife cutting through grease.
Through his senses, Han Guang saw a lightless dark sword flying over from the sky. It streaked across the sky and cut down rapidly.
