'I can't keep clashing with him head-on!'
The violent, successive tremors from his Fruit Position sent a pang of agony through Vidyārāja Bodhisattva with every shudder. His heart bled with each one.
He could clearly feel that his Cyan Flame Buddha Country Fruit Position—which hung high above the river of time and should have been as stable as Mount Sumeru—was now like a crumbling tower in a storm, on the verge of collapse!
If they continued to slam against each other like this, it would be far more serious than just his True Spirit wavering or his Status declining.
It might even trigger a "Fruit Position escape."
Should that happen, his eight hundred years of bitter cultivation and his esteemed position as a Bodhisattva would all dissolve into nothing, like a bubble on the water!
'How could I let myself be dragged down to ruin with this madman?!'
And yet, if he didn't fight?
