The Mahayana Scripture Mountain trembles.
Countless Immortal Monks are filled with unease.
The Great Ming King Peacock's aura is too overwhelming, as if her wrath encompasses the entirety of the Western Heaven.
The restrictions of the Sandalwood Merit Buddha's Dao Field are directly shattered open.
She appears, angrily rebuking the golden sea of clouds.
"Come out!"
Two simple words, yet they exude an unparalleled dominance, striking terror in all who hear.
"Alas..."
The Sandalwood Merit Buddha sighs helplessly, the golden sea of clouds slowly congealing into the phantom shadow of a Great Buddha.
The Merit Golden Wheel behind him shines, far more dazzling than the Great Ming King Peacock.
However, in the face of the insolence of this King, who possesses only the Fruit Position of a Bodhisattva, he can only silently join his palms together:
"The death of the Great Roc was not my scheme."
"It truly is that Daoist's methods are bizarre, beyond imagination."
