With that sliver of golden nature returned to him, Qi Yun's thoughts shifted. True to his word, he withdrew the brilliant great sun, no longer letting it crash toward Vidyārāja Bodhisattva's Fruit Position.
All that remained in the void were the fissures of Dao Traces, still humming from the clash of the two Fruit Positions, and a lingering might that made the heart palpitate.
Having returned to the sky above Spirit Mountain to stand among the other Bodhisattvas, all emotional color seemed drained from Vidyārāja Bodhisattva's three faces, leaving only a cold, ashen pallor.
The once-blazing green flames of the guardian Vidyārāja that had surrounded him now flickered uncertainly, as dim as dying embers.
Having lost a sliver of his origin's golden nature, coupled with the fundamental destabilization caused by the violent tremor of his Fruit Position, his cultivation had been set back by no less than three hundred years!
