Above the Great Zen Temple arena, the situation was as precarious as fragile eggs.
Of course, this fragility was concerning Xinyuan's side. He hadn't anticipated that Yi Yeshu would be so difficult to deal with, repeatedly thwarting his trump cards, driving him to the edge of a cliff.
At this point, expelling the enemy was a pipe dream; the Ten Thousand Buddha Array was also teetering on collapse, and it was time to make a choice.
A gleam flashed in Xinyuan's eyes, as he abruptly broke free of his Ten-foot Golden Body state and soared into the sky, arriving before the Pure Land gate which left only a narrow crack.
"Buddha and I are one—"
Yet again the "Buddha-Self Supreme Skill," but Xinyuan's use of this skill at this moment carried an unclear meaning.
The next moment, his purpose was revealed, as countless seven-colored threads extended from him, becoming tangible, even the monks below could clearly see the densely packed karma threads.
