"I knew you Buddhist Cultivators were ambitious wolves. Sixteen Bodhisattvas... You've certainly hidden your strength well..."
Qingyuan Dao Seeking True Monarch stood atop the pitch-black clouds, his green robes whipping in the wind. He held no sword, yet it was as if a billion strands of invisible Sword Intent were erupting from his every pore, shredding the surrounding Buddha Light to pieces.
He laughed aloud, but his laughter was like a sword's edge scraping across glass, filled with a tyranny that could sunder the heavens and shatter the earth.
"My Buddha is merciful—"
Amid the seven-colored Buddha Light, Dragon Elephant Wisdom Bodhisattva pressed his palms together. His voice, deep and resonant as an ancient bell, echoed through the frozen Heaven and Earth:
"We have long resided Overseas, diligently cultivating our Buddhist Skills, all for this day—so that we might bring the True Scripture back to the Eastern Land and deliver the world from its sea of suffering.
