"BUZZ..."
"SWISH SWISH SWISH—!"
"RUMBLE..."
Just half a day after Qi Yun destroyed the World Honored One's avatar and covered the sky with a wave of his hand, the Celestial Vault and surface of the West Sea had completely transformed.
In the East, where the morning sun rose, the rosy clouds were torn apart by countless Escape Lights of varying colors. Sword Cultivators rode their Flying Swords, transforming into a meteor shower of cyan, silver, and gold. They tore through the vast sky, the howling of their swords converging into a chilling metallic storm.
Buddhist Cultivators stepped on lotus platforms or rode golden kasayas. With faint Brahma Chanting echoing around them, their Buddha Light connected into a peaceful, warm-colored ribbon of light. Confucian Cultivators rode on cloud boats and Scrolls formed by the Vast Righteous energy. The clear sound of their reciting intertwined with the noise of piercing the air, naturally exuding an aura of majestic righteousness.
