Cyan Flame Sect.
Countless disciples were left speechless, unable to believe their eyes as they gazed at the sky above.
What they saw.
Was an endless expanse of black clouds, like a massive turbulent wave, sweeping across the heavens. That posture was like a true black night blanketing the world, turning the radiant universe into boundless darkness.
Above the black clouds, a gigantic phantom appeared.
The phantom had no face, but what made it horrifying was that it bore eight faces on its body. Some faces were old, some young; some male, some female; displaying joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—each different.
This entity.
Was indeed the Eight-faced Buddha from Netherworld Mountain!
"Oh my, it's the Eight-faced Buddha!"
"Why have they come?"
"Oh no, we forgot about those demon heads in the Western Wilderness!"
The upper echelons of the Cyan Flame Sect, rushing out of the great hall, looked at this scene, feeling their scalp prickling.
