"A significant display of temper?" Fuya 7 sneered, shattering the void with a single palm strike, manifesting directly before Amitabha Buddha.

As her true form appeared, a golden radiance rained down throughout the surroundings. Countless heavenly flowers tumbled from the void, clear springs bubbled up from the ground, and exotic lotuses, Bodhi trees, and various rare, precious flora materialized out of thin air. A strange fragrance swirled in the air, and a strand of profound violet energy descended like a curtain from the horizon. The brilliance of the world intensified, highlighting Fuya 7's intentionally manifested six-zhang golden body, which was utterly sacred and solemn.

Just as Amitabha Buddha launched his punch, a cluster of crimson flames emerged from the void before Fuya 7, coalescing around a golden Dao platform. Specks of golden light sprayed forth from the center of the lotus platform, striking Amitabha Buddha's fist like sharp arrows. This golden light appeared dim and weak, yet its force was astonishingly immense. Each speck landing on his fist only caused the flames surrounding his punch to flash brightly.

In the blink of an eye, countless billions of specks of golden light bombarded Amitabha's [garbled text] striking his six-zhang golden body, making him unsteady. He staggered backward several tens of li. [garbled text] His fists, tempered by a thousand hardships, were riddled with dense, tiny pits from that inconspicuous golden light. Though no bones were broken, the flesh was certainly marred. Raising his fists, Amitabha Buddha stared at Fuya 7 in alarm: "Magnificent divine ability, incredible magical power!"

Fuya 7 eyed Amitabha Buddha coldly, her voice laced with an almost unreasonable cold laugh: "Less prattle, less nonsense. Your people tried to harm my disciple, and I killed them for it. I care not who you are, what form you possess, nor what your standing is within the Western Sect. If you dare provoke my followers, then you cannot blame me for striking too hard."

Amitabha Buddha paid no mind to Fuya 7’s domineering words. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly began to laugh.

With a gentle smile, countless white lotuses bloomed around him. He slowly raised his right hand and casually pressed his right thumb toward Fuya 7.

This press appeared utterly serene, devoid of any earthly contention, perfectly enacting the profound essence of the Buddha's 'Nodding Flower Smile'—that ineffable, indescribable marvel. This single finger could kill or save; with one press, there was heaven, and there was hell; heaven and hell resided within Amitabha Buddha's single thought. The profundity of this gesture was truly beyond expression.

Any other mighty divine being who possessed the skill to clash with Amitabha Buddha would, upon witnessing such an exquisite move, have felt their fighting spirit surge, immediately mobilizing their entire spiritual focus and all their magical powers to vie with Amitabha Buddha for supremacy.

This single finger was the comprehensive manifestation of all of Amitabha Buddha's Daoist magic and divine abilities. The mystery contained within this one touch was enough to occupy ordinary immortals in deep contemplation for countless eons. To truly comprehend the secrets within this gesture would certainly mean immediate Buddhahood.

However, encountering Fuya 7—an unreasonable being stewing in a bellyful of rage—meant that the elegance of Amitabha Buddha’s gesture was entirely wasted.

With a single motion of her finger, the One-Body Seven-Jewel Sword transformed into a stream of seven-colored, faint light that shot forth from her hand. This One-Body Seven-Jewel Sword was no longer the same weapon as before; it had been meticulously refined by Fuya 7 over three Yuanhui, imbued with Buddhist supreme treasures. Besides its original array of restrictive laws and seals, various rare Buddhist artifacts were inlaid upon it, and moreover, it incorporated a blood sarira condensed from the crystallized essence of Buddhas from the past, present, and future realms.

As the sword erupted, seven-colored radiance burst forth, and within the waterfall-like sword light, clusters of lotuses quietly bloomed. Seven nearly imperceptible, faint arrow-streaks flickered within the lotus stamens, reaching Amitabha Buddha in an instant. Amitabha Buddha had no time to withdraw his finger; his single digit pressed against the sword light that lay dormant within the heart of each lotus.

With a sharp crack, Amitabha Buddha grunted in pain. Blood light splashed from his right thumb, and vast quantities of golden Buddha-blood sprayed out, transforming into countless jade-like bright pearls scattered across the heavens. Within each glistening, round pearl, a tiny Buddha statue sat in meditation, chanting Buddhist scriptures. For a time, the surroundings were filled with Sanskrit chants—loud, resonant readings of sutras. Amitabha Buddha hastily drew back his hand, appearing somewhat flustered.

Saints always act according to established principles. Since Amitabha Buddha attacked with a Zen finger technique, Fuya 7 should have responded with a supreme, marvelous method derived from Buddhist Zen arts. But Fuya 7 completely disregarded the rules and drew her sword to strike. Both were at the Saint realm, and even though Amitabha Buddha's cultivation was slightly deeper than Fuya 7’s, confronting a sharp weapon with a bare palm meant he would suffer a loss—and a significant one at that.

Sword energy became entangled around the wound on his fingertip. Amitabha Buddha struggled for a long time to expel the residual sword energy. He repeatedly chanted Buddha's names and continuously sprinkled Buddha-light onto the wound. The injury, deep enough to expose bone, healed slowly, only for a flicker of seven-colored sword energy to flare up intermittently, causing the partially healed wound to split open again. Even for the revered Buddha Amitabha, the pain made his face twitch violently.

Suddenly, the light intensified. Behind Amitabha Buddha, hundreds of Buddhas, along with countless Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Wrathful Kings, and Vajras—all great Buddhist powers—manifested out of the void. Seeing the golden pearls scattered across the sky and the wound on Amitabha Buddha’s fingertip, their expressions changed in unison.

The Wrathful Kings and Vajras, known for their fierce temperaments, instantly flared with uncontrollable rage and brandished their weapons, preparing to charge toward Fuya 7.

Fuya 7 gave a cold laugh. With a casual gesture toward the void, hundreds of Buddhas appeared behind her, accompanied by countless Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Vajras, Wrathful Kings, and Buddhist Dharma Protectors numbering in the trillions.

These Dharma Protectors, converted from the Romanians and Spirit Race people, all appeared ferocious, wielding various weapons, staring intently at the Buddhist assembly behind Amitabha, ready for battle. Whether Romanian or Spirit Race, before their conversion to Dharma Protectors, they excelled in mental power. After becoming Dharma Protectors, they rigorously trained in Buddhist techniques, and the mental force they possessed was more than ten times stronger than that of ordinary Buddhist cultivators.

As soon as Fuya 7 summoned them, the Romanians and Spirit Race people, led by Ailieloli, launched a provocation against the Buddhist assembly using their mental power.

In the void, faint golden light waves, like tsunamis, surged forward, silent yet bearing a terrifying might that could freeze the soul. The void itself was torn by fissures from these golden waves, causing the expressions of the foremost Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Vajras, and Heavenly Kings behind Amitabha to change immediately. The two Saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, had chosen the Romanians as new Buddhist Dharma Protectors wisely, utilizing their talents well. Most Buddhist divine abilities were founded on powerful mental force, and the Romanians, along with many of their servant races, specialized in the application of spiritual power, holding an absolute advantage over the native inhabitants of this universe.

After transforming into Dharma Protectors, the Romanians and their servant races did not gain much in close-quarters combat power, but their mastery of mental force was terrifyingly potent. Under the assault of their mental power, the Buddhist cultivators behind Amitabha seemed unable to maintain their footing; many weaker Vajras and Arhats began to tremble uncontrollably, looking as if they were about to be blown away by the Romanian psychic attack.

Seeing his followers suffer a minor but undeniable setback, Amitabha Buddha and the surrounding Buddhas had no time to bolster them. All the Buddhas gazed grimly at the golden figures behind Fuya 7—some appearing dark gold, others bearing a faint bronze sheen.

The dark gold and bronze complexions of these hundreds of Buddhas lent them an ancient, weathered aura of deep time. Compared to the brilliant, fully luminous golden figures behind Amitabha, these hundreds seemed like ancient artifacts buried for countless millennia, while Amitabha’s followers were like newly forged golden implements fresh from the crucible.

Amitabha Buddha stared at these hundreds of Buddhas with a complex expression and commanded in a low voice: "Dipankara Buddha, Krakucchanda Buddha, Kanakamuni Buddha, Gautama Buddha!"

With every Buddha's name Amitabha uttered, a corresponding statue behind Fuya 7 shone with immense light, illuminating the void, and the faces of the Buddhas behind Amitabha grew increasingly grim—a complex expression mixing awkwardness and distress that was hard to articulate.

Dipankara, Krakucchanda, Kanakamuni, and Gautama—four of the seven ancient Buddhas of the Buddhist tradition, venerable beings present since Jieyin and Zhunti established the Western Sect. When Amitabha Buddha transformed the Western Sect into Buddhism, the ancient Buddhas retreated into seclusion, and Jieyin and Zhunti sat in meditation beyond the highest heavens, contemplating the mysteries of the cosmos. Since then, these four ancient Buddhas rarely appeared in the Buddhist assembly.

However, their status was undeniable. Among all the Buddhas present, aside from Amitabha Buddha and the Kāśyapa Buddha standing at his side, the seniority of the other Buddhas paled in comparison to them. Of course, in the Pure Land of Buddhism, all Buddhas are equal, and seniority, qualification, cultivation, and realm are merely comparisons made by mortals. Still, this underscored the status and power of these four ancient Buddhas. Amitabha Buddha managed a strained smile: "Venerable Buddhas, why are you here?"

Fuya 7 reached out and gently drew Wuming'er into her arms, stroking and kissing the child, not sparing Amitabha Buddha so much as a glance.

The ancient Buddha Dipankara slowly stepped forward and bowed his head to Amitabha Buddha: "The Buddha, the Greatly Prosperous, Greatly Wise, Greatly Compassionate, Illustrious Nature, Illustrious Virtue, Illustrious Dao, Emperor King Buddha, has been enthroned as Buddha by the two Saints. He shall command the myriad Buddhist realms and countless Buddhist children, destined to revitalize our Buddhist path in the future. All Buddhas and Bodhisattvas shall heed the orders of the Emperor King Buddha." Upon hearing Dipankara Buddha’s words, Amitabha Buddha clasped his hands and chanted a long Buddha's name.

Behind Amitabha Buddha, countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and Arhats also chanted the Buddha’s name in unison. The force generated by so many great Buddhist powers chanting together was immense. The psychic provocation launched by the Romanians was instantly shattered, and countless Romanians and Spirit Race members tumbled across the ground like rolling gourds. Ailieloli, who had been the most zealous in the attack, spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying back several tens of li.

Fuya 7’s face changed. With a casual finger-point, she snatched Ailieloli back, showering her with a stream of spiritual light that instantly repaired her injuries. Then, she looked coldly at Amitabha Buddha and sneered: "Such great prestige. Is bullying a woman amusing?"

Pondering briefly, Amitabha Buddha stated flatly: "It is not bullying."

Fuya 7 threw back her head and laughed loudly, interrupting the long discourse Amitabha Buddha was about to begin: "Then, less nonsense. You mean this is retribution for her audacity in attacking your bald donkeys, right? What skills do these bald donkeys in your Buddhism have, besides a skilled tongue and two rows of white teeth? But no matter how eloquently you speak, I won't bother listening!"

She pointed at Dipankara Buddha and sneered: "I was consecrated as Buddha by Jieyin and Zhunti. To put it plainly, I am here as a designated enforcer to challenge and oppose you, Amitabha Buddha. Since I cannot touch those two, I can only vent my anger on you.

She pointed at Subhuti and her other disciples kneeling properly on the ground, and Fuya 7 sneered: "My disciples are also here to preach and gain followers. To put it simply, we are here to claim half of the vital fortune belonging to your Western Buddhist lineage."

"Our doctrines are identical, our cultivation methods are identical. The fortune and incense that originally belonged exclusively to your Buddhism, I will now forcibly claim half of. In the future, I will claim even more, seizing more territory and followers, taking more benefits from you."

Hugging Wuming'er, Fuya 7 sternly reprimanded: "Don't lecture me with grand theories about heavenly principles and ethics. I only understand one thing: might makes right! Whoever dares obstruct my disciples from preaching, I will smash their bald heads!"

A cold light flashed in her eyes, and Fuya 7 unleashed the vast might of her Saintly power without reservation.

As the Saintly pressure erupted, the four ancient Buddhas and the surrounding Buddhas and Bodhisattvas behind Fuya 7 felt as if countless mountains were pressing down upon them. Their bodies could not withstand such immense pressure, and they all collapsed to their knees, sincerely prostrating in worship toward Fuya 7.

Even the disciples and followers of Amitabha Buddha beside him turned pale. Many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas with shallow cultivation and unsteady minds felt their knees weaken, almost dropping to their knees before Fuya 7. They struggled desperately to remain upright, but the pressure intentionally released by a Saint was not something they could easily resist. It seemed Amitabha Buddha’s followers were about to kneel to Fuya 7, which would cause the Buddhist sect under Amitabha’s command to lose face on a massive scale.

Amitabha Buddha snorted coldly. While conversing with Fuya 7, he channeled his Buddhist Zen techniques, finally forcing out the residual sword energy on his finger. Seeing his followers about to be humiliated, he pressed down with his mighty right palm. A few drops of golden blood mixed with the seven-colored sword energy sprayed out, forming a massive, seven-colored protective banner in the void that shielded the countless followers behind him, barely blocking Fuya 7’s maneuver.

He slapped the top of his head with his left hand. A white light shot up from above Amitabha Buddha’s head, and forty-two sarira flew into the high sky. He also released the unique pressure of a Saint, which rushed toward Fuya 7 like a massive tsunami wave.

Fuya 7 repeatedly laughed coldly. Her pupils contracted, concentrating all her focus and mobilizing all her strength. She condensed her Saintly aura into a thread-fine needle of energy, which met Amitabha Buddha’s released pressure head-on.

With a muffled sound, Fuya 7’s body remained perfectly still. The numerous followers and subordinates behind her, including the four ancient Buddhas, were shaken backward and sent rolling messily over a great distance by the pressure Amitabha Buddha unleashed, their faces contorted in shock.

Just as Amitabha Buddha was about to laugh triumphantly, a wisp of extremely fine cold air rushed toward his face. He quickly flicked his head aside, and the cold air sliced past his golden face, tearing a wound nearly a chi long on his shimmering skin. Large amounts of golden Buddha-blood sprayed out like beads, scattering everywhere with tinkling sounds.

As the leader of the Buddhist sect, every move and stance of Amitabha Buddha was dignified, emphasizing kingly demeanor. The Saintly pressure he released was like a massive wall pushing forward.

Although Fuya 7 had become a Saint, at her core she was merely a proud young woman. She cared nothing for the issue of 'face' that all Saints valued so highly, nor did she bother wasting energy protecting her followers. Instead, she mobilized all her strength, compressing it into a single, fine needle strike.

Both were Jade Beings; their auras clashed. Fuya 7’s condensed energy needle easily pierced Amitabha Buddha’s thick wall.

Fuya 7’s followers on her side suffered a great humiliation and heavy losses, thrown into disarray by Amitabha’s pressure. But Fuya 7 gained tangible advantage. If Amitabha Buddha had not reacted quickly enough, Fuya 7's energy needle could have pierced straight through his brow and pierced his skull.

In the conflict of Saints, although common wisdom holds that Saints are indestructible across myriad ages, in this foreign universe, the rules of the Heavenly Dao did not explicitly state that Saints could not perish. When Saints struck, a casual blow could annihilate all things; even Saints frequently sustained bodily injuries through mere carelessness.

First injured on the finger by Fuya 7, and then having his cheek slashed, nearly having his skull pierced—even with Amitabha Buddha's deep composure, the explosive rage could no longer be suppressed. Combined with the matter of the Sun-Light Buddha and the Flame-Jewel Buddha being killed, Amitabha Buddha’s temper boiled over.

Chanting a Buddha's name deeply, Amitabha Buddha slowly took three steps forward. His body flickered, and he arrived within a hundred zhang of Fuya 7. "Buddha, the Greatly Prosperous, Greatly Wise, Greatly Enlightened, Illustrious Nature, Illustrious Virtue, Illustrious Dao, Emperor King Buddha, this old monk requests a lesson."

Amitabha Buddha stared intently at Fuya 7, coldly laughing: "This time, no tricks, no subtle maneuvers. How about we settle the outcome with a single palm strike?" Before Fuya 7 could respond, Amitabha Buddha raised his right Buddha palm.

A perfectly ordinary golden Buddha palm seemed to encompass the entire heaven and earth within its grasp. Amitabha Buddha gazed at Fuya 7 and stated calmly: "You too are of Saintly status; subtle tricks are useless. If you can withstand this single palm of this old monk, then your disciples are free to preach." Fuya 7 eyed Amitabha Buddha’s right palm mockingly: "Can you not even withstand a single strike from you?" Amitabha Buddha looked at Fuya 7 confidently: "You cannot withstand even a single strike from this old monk!"

A faint golden light swirled around the edge of Amitabha’s palm. The surrounding world shifted, and suddenly, all the stars in the heavens dimmed simultaneously.

The palm strike had not yet been delivered, but the light of the stars throughout heaven and earth had been completely absorbed by it. This single palm had stolen the light from the world.

Fuya 7 smiled. She looked at Amitabha Buddha and asked: "What if I cannot withstand this palm strike of yours?"

Amitabha Buddha gazed at Wuming'er in Fuya 7's arms and chuckled softly: "This child is fated with my Buddhist path!"

After a prolonged silence, Fuya 7’s eyes suddenly turned a terrifying blood-red. Both her pupils and the whites of her eyes were covered in thick crimson. She stared fixedly at Amitabha Buddha and said chillingly: "If you wish to steal my child, then you must pay with your life!"

Clutching Wuming'er with her left arm, Fuya 7 raised her right palm, which was as fair and delicate as jade carved from sheep fat. Compared to Amitabha Buddha’s broad, heavy palm that seemed cast from solid gold, Fuya 7’s hand was slender and supple, as if it would shatter with a light touch.

As Fuya 7 raised her right hand, her palm emitted a faint jade-white light, illuminating the heaven and earth that had been drained of all brightness by Amitabha Buddha’s palm. In this space, aside from Amitabha Buddha’s palm, only her slender hand emitted a faint white light—the only two sources of light remaining in this domain.

Two six-zhang golden Buddhas stood facing each other across a distance of a hundred zhang, both holding up their right palms, shining like stars in the high heavens.

Amitabha Buddha’s expression was neither joyous nor sorrowful. He closed his eyes, immersing his entire consciousness within the small universe inside his body. He had resolved to unleash all his power, employ every method, and utterly crush Fuya 7 with one decisive strike.

He did not know Fuya 7’s origins or background, but he knew that since she was the one chosen by those two Saints to cause him trouble, she must be eliminated quickly. To hesitate now would invite future disaster. Killing Fuya 7, even if it provoked the wrath of the two Saints, what of it? Their Dao and his Dao were fundamentally different.

As the Buddha of the Buddhist sect, the only Saint in this heaven and earth worthy of his respect was not one of the two from the Western Sect.

The Saint worthy of Amitabha Buddha's respect, in the past, the present, and the future, was only one person!

The mental power of countless Buddhist children from the countless Buddhist realms, established by Amitabha Buddha, was contributed and condensed into his single palm. In his palm, eighteen strange rays of colored light were slowly revolving, forming a circular spot of light, from which a wondrous aura existing between life and death continuously diffused outwards.

"Great Prosperity, Great Wisdom, Great Enlightenment, Bright Nature, Bright Virtue, Great Dao Emperor, Venerable King Buddha, be careful. The old monk holds the Wheel of Reincarnation; this is the embodiment of the Hellish Reincarnation of this realm, and its power is no small matter... Ordinary Primordial Supreme Treasures are destroyed just by touching it!" Fu Ya 7 looked coldly at Amitabha Buddha, seven-colored Buddha light slowly rising from her body.

The Azure Mirage Bottle, the God-Slaying Bead, the Bright Light Pagoda, the Yellow Springs Mirror, the Floating Cloud Barrier, the Seven Treasures Sword formed by Yi Qi Hun Cheng, along with the final piece, the Purple Cloud Gauze—the several Primordial Supreme Treasures Gu Xiechen had given Fu Ya 7 for protection had all been transformed by her. They changed from tangible Supreme Treasures into an intangible wisp of essential primal energy, merging with a thread of Buddha light she had painstakingly cultivated, which was now condensed in her palm.

Fearing that these seven treasures might not withstand the power of the Wheel of Reincarnation, Fu Ya 7 further transformed the Green Lotus and Tian Lü into a stream of azure energy to guard her surroundings.

Amitabha Buddha let out a low roar: "Only by accepting this palm strike of the old monk will you be qualified to speak of snatching followers and dividing destiny." He exhaled, and Amitabha Buddha pressed his palm down towards Fu Ya 7's head.

Fu Ya 7 snorted coldly. Holding Wuming'er in her left arm, she raised her right hand, meeting the incoming strike lightly and casually. As her palm moved out, the blood-red color in Fu Ya 7's eyes instantly shifted to a bizarre, sinister black-purple. Even her lips turned a faint shade of purple. She was murmuring an inscrutable scripture under her breath, a scripture so profound and mysterious it sounded like the raging roars of countless demons in hell, sending a chill down the spine of anyone who heard it.

This scripture was definitely not one passed down by any Buddha of the Buddhist sect! The sheer evil and strangeness of this scripture were terrifying. After Fu Ya 7 recited just one passage, a faint purple cold light erupted from her body. The heavens and earth, which had just been completely drained of light by Amitabha Buddha's single palm strike, simultaneously shuddered. In the pitch-black cosmos, countless gigantic eyes snapped open.

These utterly strange eyes stared fixedly at Amitabha Buddha. As their pupils occasionally blinked, a sky-soaring evil energy permeated all directions.

Fu Ya 7, without hesitation, activated the curse-magic passed down by Gu Xiechen from the Heavenly Dao—specifically, the demonic power belonging to the most sinister lineage among the three hundred and sixty million Ancient Demon Gods defeated by Hongjun. Amitabha Buddha sought to shatter Fu Ya 7 with a single palm, thus expending all his strength.

Besides the laws of the Heavenly Dao he had comprehended in this universe, he also gathered all his Buddhist insights from his original universe into this single strike.

To be precise, eighty percent of Amitabha Buddha’s cultivation was still based on the essence of Buddhism he had comprehended in his former universe. This Buddhist method and divine power originated from the two Saints, Ananda and Upagupta, and traced directly back to the rules of the Heavenly Dao passed down by Patriarch Hongjun. The Heavenly Dao passed down by Hongjun was incomplete!

The lineage of the Demon God Pizhi, along with the other three hundred and sixty million Ancient Demon Gods, held a mortal grudge against Hongjun. In order to counter Hongjun, at the moment of their death, they sacrificed their entire divine souls to comprehend various demonic arts specifically designed to restrain Hongjun's Dao techniques. The curse-magic passed down by the lineage of Pizhi Demon God was specifically designed to counter the Buddhist divine abilities centered on thought-power, which were passed down by Hongjun. The two palms met each other with casual ease.

With a muffled thud, the seven streams of energy in Fu Ya 7’s palm shattered, and a thread of her azure energy exploded into pieces. The countless strange treasures embedded in the various streamers and ribbons adorning her body shattered one after another. The light of the lotus platform beneath her dimmed, and she was sent reeling backward nearly a hundred miles before she could barely stabilize herself.

Amitabha Buddha remained firmly rooted in place, not retreating an inch. He slowly drew back his right palm, staring at Fu Ya 7 without blinking. "Great Prosperity, Great Wisdom, Great Enlightenment, Bright Nature, Bright Virtue, Great Dao Emperor, Venerable King Buddha, although you have attained the fruit of Sainthood, you are no match for me."

Amitabha Buddha said proudly, "Even among Saints, there are degrees of strength. Having just stepped into the Saint realm, you cannot withstand a single palm strike from me."

Fu Ya 7 straightened her body and looked at Amitabha Buddha. She intended to speak, but a stream of blood suddenly shot out from her seven orifices. Her body swayed, and she slumped onto the lotus platform, utterly unable to rise.

Amitabha Buddha’s palm strike was devastatingly heavy. The several Primordial Treasures Fu Ya 7 used for defense were all pulverized, yet they still failed to fully negate his strike. Even her Golden Body essence was severely wounded. This single palm nearly killed Fu Ya 7, almost forcing her down from the Saint realm back to the mundane world. Had Amitabha Buddha’s palm force been slightly heavier, Fu Ya 7 might have seen her Golden Body disintegrate and died on the spot. Wuming'er frantically raised his hands to caress Fu Ya 7's face, crying out in terror.

Fu Ya 7 wanted to comfort Wuming'er, but as soon as she opened her mouth, another jet of blood spurted out, splashing all over Wuming'er.

Eighteen strands of bizarre, unparalleled, yet supremely domineering, violent power—a power nearly hovering between life and death—were rampaging within Fu Ya 7's body, frantically devouring her vital essence, spirit, and mind. She could barely control the destructive effects of these eighteen external forces on her body, let alone have the energy left to heal herself.

Fortunately, her Three Corpses Nascent Souls flew out, sprinkling vast swaths of Buddha light to guard her surroundings. This stabilized her injuries, preventing her Buddha Golden Body from being truly destroyed by Amitabha Buddha. Even so, the Buddha forms manifested by her Three Corpses Nascent Souls could only stabilize her condition; repairing the Golden Body remained a monumental task.

Amitabha Buddha smiled and nodded. He addressed Fu Ya 7, "Great Prosperity, Great Wisdom, Great Enlightenment, Bright Nature, Bright Virtue, Great Dao Emperor, Venerable King Buddha, your child is destined for affinity with Buddhism. Why not let him become my disciple? I will certainly take good care of him."

Fu Ya 7 coughed up several mouthfuls of blood in succession. She let out a few dry chuckles, forced herself to rally, pointed at Amitabha Buddha, and sneered coldly, "Take care of yourself first before you talk about my child."

Amitabha Buddha froze, and suddenly his radiant golden skin turned a terrifying purplish-black. Great clumps of purple qi erupted from within him, and his Golden Body rapidly withered, as if a snowman had been placed into a furnace. As the surrounding fierce flames scorched him, Amitabha Buddha’s Golden Body visibly shrank at a rate discernible to the naked eye.

He had used the power of the Wheel of Reincarnation to destroy the several Primordial Treasures protecting Fu Ya 7, and then he had condensed the thought-power of trillions of his Buddhist followers from his countless Buddha Realms into one palm strike—this was almost equivalent to two Amitabha Buddhas attacking Fu Ya 7 simultaneously.

Fu Ya 7, newly entering the Saint realm, was indeed a tier weaker than one Amitabha Buddha, let alone two working in tandem? That one palm strike heavily wounded Fu Ya 7, leaving her hanging by a thread, almost beaten to death.

However, the demonic curse-magic derived from the Pizhi Demon God lineage, which specifically countered Buddhist techniques, erupted precisely at this moment. It was like throwing a large amount of heavy industrial pollutants into a clear river; Amitabha Buddha's Golden Body was instantly contaminated.

Furthermore, Fu Ya 7 had driven this demonic curse-magic into Amitabha Buddha’s body using her own Zen divine abilities. Fu Ya 7 was also a Saint; even if her power was slightly lower than Amitabha Buddha's, a Saint was still a Saint.

It was another strain of demonic magic specifically countering Buddhist techniques—how could Amitabha Buddha easily expel the demonic essence that had invaded his body?

In the blink of an eye, all of Amitabha Buddha's internal organs were tainted by the demonic curse-magic. Just like a clear, pure river turning into a pitch-black, stinking ditch, the sewage mixed with the clear water until they became one entity; it was impossible to distinguish where the clear water ended and the sewage began.

Countless illusions surged before Amitabha Buddha's eyes. These illusions did not care whether Amitabha Buddha was a Buddha or a Saint; once they appeared, they became uncontrollable. Clumps of purple Nether Fire began to burn through his five viscera, fiercely scorching his Golden Body and Nascent Soul.

Amitabha Buddha convulsed in pain. He stared, trembling, at the continuously vomiting Fu Ya 7, gritted his teeth, and lifted his right hand again with immense effort.

One more palm strike—he had to kill Fu Ya 7!

Amitabha Buddha had already noticed that his countless Buddha Realms were undergoing terrifying changes. His once green mountains and clear waters, his solemn and majestic dojos, were now seeing the green mountains turn into desolate wilderness and the clear waters gradually dry up. The solemn dojos were collapsing, and countless devout Buddhist followers were inexplicably transforming into Asura demons, flying everywhere and hunting down their former comrades.

This was an attack on the foundation of Amitabha Buddha's Dao base. For Fu Ya 7 to command such terrifying demonic power was almost the Nemesis of Buddhism. How could Amitabha Buddha dare let her continue living?

If being struck by this demonic magic resulted in such a scene for Amitabha Buddha, what would happen to other Buddhist practitioners afflicted by it? They would likely collapse instantly! Regardless of the cost, he had to eliminate this source before Fu Ya 7 could spread this terrifying, specialized Buddhist demonic technique.

Seeing Amitabha Buddha raise his right palm again, the Four Ancient Buddhas, including Vipaśyī Buddha, rushed forward and lined up directly in front of Amitabha Buddha. Śīkhin Buddha laughed sharply, "Amitabha Buddha, you completely disregard the dignity of two Saints!"

Amitabha Buddha trembled and roared fiercely, "Two Saints, why would you appoint such a sinister demonic heretic as a Buddha? It is utterly absurd. I shall subdue her today, and then I will reason with the two Saints in the future!"

He shot the four Ancient Buddhas a cold look and sneered, "Four Buddhas, please clear the way!" The Four Ancient Buddhas shook their heads, simultaneously chanting a Buddha's name, and slowly advanced: "If you wish to kill the Buddha Ancestor, please kill us first."

Watching the four approaching Ancient Buddhas, Amitabha Buddha's body convulsed, the purple qi on his skin intensified, and he showed signs of instability.

The mighty, boundless power that had been surging within him was rapidly draining away, and the speed of the dissipation was frighteningly fast. The anomalies in his innumerable Buddha Realms were accelerating; thirty percent of the Buddha children had transformed into Asura demons and were wantonly slaughtering the believers in Amitabha Buddha's realms. Amitabha Buddha was now too weak to tend to his Buddha Realms; he could only barely control himself.

Mustering a breath, Amitabha Buddha glared at the four Ancient Buddhas and said gravely, "Make way, or face annihilation!" Vipaśyī Buddha smiled faintly, pressing his palms together: "We request Amitabha Buddha's mercy!"

Behind Amitabha Buddha, Kāśyapa Buddha and many other Buddhas surged forward, completely surrounding the four Ancient Buddhas including Vipaśyī. The numerous Buddhas and Buddhist cultivators surrounding Fu Ya 7 also rushed forward. It was on the verge of a massive slaughter that would engulf the entire Buddhist sect! Just then, a person suddenly and silently appeared in the air beside Amitabha Buddha. Among all the great divine ability users present, not a single one noticed how he arrived.

Clad in a red robe, with a stern face, radiating an aura as sharp as a drawn sword—the Red Robe Daoist's appearance went unnoticed at first, but once he appeared, he instantly captured everyone's attention.

Clearing his throat softly, the Red Robe Daoist glanced at Fu Ya 7 and murmured, "Those two mongrels have a nasty trick up their sleeves. Heh, heh heh, troublesome, very troublesome!"

Grabbing Amitabha Buddha's hand, the Red Robe Daoist said calmly, "Let's go!"

Amitabha Buddha was momentarily stunned, then bowed slightly: "Yes!"

A blinding sword qi shot heavenward, and the Red Robe Daoist and Amitabha Buddha vanished without a trace.

The Buddhist cultivators under Kāśyapa Buddha and Amitabha Buddha simultaneously pressed their palms together in supplication, then shattered the void and departed with long cries.

A faint divine thought transmitted toward Fu Ya 7. She paused slightly, then suddenly let out a cold laugh. "Sect Master Tongtian? I don't owe you this favor!"

After a moment of contemplation, Fu Ya 7 gently stroked Wuming'er's cheek and chuckled softly, "Your father has arrived, but where is he?"

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Fu Ya 7 roared fiercely, "From this day forward, we will oppose Amitabha Buddha and that pack of bald donkeys completely!" "Seize territory, seize followers, seize incense offerings—take whatever you see!" "If anyone dares to stand in the way, smash their bald heads!" The Ancient Buddhas, including Vipaśyī, were stunned, then responded in unison with deep respect: Yes. Seize territory, seize followers, seize incense offerings—take whatever you see! Chaos immediately engulfed the Buddhist sect. The first update of the day is here; I need to catch my breath and grab some dinner D.