Chapter 612: Buddhas Convergence (1/2)

The sounds of Buddhism echoed across the entire shrine.

‘Monk Jiu Rou got here already?’ Feiyun was still fighting against Qian Qiusheng.

His battle intents turned into forty Heaven Battle Altars. They spun around like disks at the center of the hall.

“Boom!” Another massive detonation occurred.

Two heretics smashed through the walls from the outside and fell to the ground. Their clothes tattered as they vomited blood: “Venerable Walker, a young monk came with frightening Buddhist arts and freed the monks in the cages.”

“Hmph, how strong can he be?” The Death Walker, Shi Taluo, glared at the two with his frightening, green eyes.

The two heretics felt their insides becoming cold.

“He has two golden avatars with him and other Buddhas as his attendants, looking very similar to a young Buddhist Saint in the legends.”

The Death Walker sneered: “What a joke, the state of Buddhas as attendants only exist in tales. Where are the ten protector elders? Let them come take care of him, don’t tell me you want me to personally do it?!”

“The ten elders… three of them have been defeated already.”

“Goddamn monk…” The Death Walker’s expression soured. His wings flapped as he leaped upward, wanting to see this “incredible” monk.

“Amitabha.” Formless was still making his way inside. Handsome and gallant, bright eyes and vigorous. His Buddhist affinity was insanely strong.

He placed his hands together and held a string of golden beads, walking straight for the walker.

Anyone else would tremble with trepidation after seeing him. Even the brave would be intimidated by his aura, unable to stand straight. Alas, Formless seemed nonchalant and unaffected.

“Keke! Not bad at all, to actually make it here by yourself. Try this on!” The Death Walker’s gray hair turned into three thousand rays and thrust forward.

His hair looked like dragons with a peerless explosion of power. Each strand could penetrate a mountain.

Even Wu Qinghua had lost to him; this walker was clearly powerful.

Formless didn’t move at all and continued chanting. Two golden brilliance came from the two avatars behind him. They towered at a hundred feet, looking quite stately.

One avatar had eight hands and rode a white dragon.

The other consisted of two twins, yin and yang, riding a divine tiger.

These were not images made from Buddhist arts but two actual physical statues. They have come back to life, same with their howling mounts.

“The coming of a Buddhist Saint… served by myriad Buddhas…” The Death Walker was shocked.

This was a rare phenomenon in the world, virtually only exist in legends.

It stated that the saint of the Buddhist doctrine had supreme talents. Just one thought of his could control any Buddha statue and borrow its power to subdue evil. Even other Buddhas would want to be his servant.

One might not come out in every ten thousand years. But once they appeared, it would herald a golden age of Buddhism - widespread propagation and enlightenment.

“So what? You’re still not at your prime, I’m not afraid of you!” The Death Walker’s will to battle surged.

His hair continued to surround Formless, wishing to devour him. The two avatars managed to stop everything, issuing metallic noises like the gongs.

Formless’ brilliance intensified to the level of a sun. Half of the sky became golden.

Magical fluctuations happened all around. Inside one hall, a Buddha with ten thousand hands came back to life. Its hands started glowing as it got up and jumped down from the altar to suppress the heretics nearby.

The other statues began to move as well and attacked with their golden palms to the horror of the crowd.

A while ago, the place consisted of “chaos and devils”. Now, the Buddhist brilliance illuminated the scene with converging Buddhas.

“Just how much Buddhist cultivation is required to connect to the intent and the will of these statues, making them come back to life?” Chi Yao was astonished. The changes in the shrine greatly affected her heart.

Buddhists like them could feel the power of Formless. Despite his young age, his attainment in Buddhism far exceeded the ten supremes of Beastmaster combined.

Wu Qinghua couldn’t stay calm either. They stared at Formless as if he was a saint already.

Seniority didn’t matter in Buddhism, the more enlightened will be the masters.

Feiyun and Qiusheng were still stuck in their fight and couldn’t stop. However, they still sent a strand of intent and saw everything unraveling in the shrine.

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