The eeriness was more than enough to make Zhangsun Jing, Wishful Monk, West Invaders, and the others feel uneasy and stunned. The hall was dark and ghastly, with rings of darkness encompassing God-petrifying Sword and Living Buddha, sending chills up their spines.
Yet Living Buddha had unconsciously yielded the last round of the Grand Sun Anti-Fire Wheel. In a thousand years, there had been no Living Buddha that was able to cultivate the Grand Sun Wheel, where the body would emanate golden light, lighting up the eerie darkness.
He stood there like a Buddharupa, resembling the image of Vairocana, making the guards of West Invaders and themselves get on their knees and pay their respects. They knew that Living Buddha had reincarnated with the aid of Samsara, and was about to reach that elusive realm.
