Her brows knitted together tightly.
"I can sense that after the unknown artifact was cast, Hongmeng trembled even more violently, accompanied by a continuous clanging. Something isn't right..."
Hearing the Demon Ancestor muttering to herself, a strange look came over Ancient Bodhi Buddha, while Amitabha Buddha ground his teeth in anger.
After a long while,
Amitabha Buddha said sullenly,
"Demon Ancestor, let's keep our focus on The Three Pristine Ones casting their artifact. The subsequent disturbances can be ignored... Something is wrong. The artifact has just been completed, yet Supreme is on the verge of falling."
After a pause, his gaze sharpened as he said,
"Just think, what kind of artifact could cause a Perfect Dao Fruit cultivator to falter? To go from being utterly beyond comprehension to someone we can partially fathom?"
The Demon Ancestor gave Amitabha Buddha a surprised look.
