Lin Mu didn't have time to ponder further.
His aura flared like an erupting volcano, the air around him thick with energy so dense it rippled visibly. From his skin flowed waves of red mist, like rivers of blood that pulsed with violent life.
The Abbot, watching this display, felt a tremor of disbelief.
"This aura… the Demonic Path?!" he gasped.
How could Lin Mu, one chosen by the Buddhist Path, manifest something born from such opposition?
The contradiction seemed impossible.
And yet, the Abbot did not let fear take root. He had seen Lin Mu's character firsthand. He knew that some paths, no matter how dark they appeared could be harnessed for righteous purpose. There was no room for dogma in the face of evil such as this.
Besides, he even knew of certain Demons in ancient times who had taken on the Buddhist Path and had created the Dao of Demonic Buddha.
"Amitabha… may the will of Buddha guide you," the Abbot whispered, pressing his palms together.
ROAR!
