Inside the Fiend Slaying Sword Formation, ninety-nine huge, silver sword beams revolved slowly around a golden pagoda a hundred miles high. Powerful sword energy mixed with the power of the stars was slicing away the immense light emanated from the pagoda layer by layer. But, as the pagoda was constantly pouring out a golden torrent, the sword formation could not truly touch the pagoda itself.
Buddha Futu, wearing a sad face, was sitting cross-legged on the gourd-shaped top of the pagoda. A golden lotus throne hung upside down above him, emitting a purple-and-golden light that had him protected within. Meanwhile his true form—the pagoda—had also provided him a tight protection. No matter how the formation changed outside, he did not even arch a brow, for he was not worried about his own safety at all. From time to time, he would clap his hands and send out a few beams of golden light, which would cause a huge ripple in the fireworks-like silver light all around him.
