Chapter 1958 - 1954: Something’s Wrong
Everyone outside the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda waited for a moment. Seeing no one approaching, their gazes shifted to the Golden Tower, where they saw a black light pillar from afar striking the tower, with intense demonic qi trying to taint the pagoda.
At this moment, the Buddha statues carved on the nine-story pagoda all suddenly lit up, emitting golden shine that spread out to cover the entire pagoda, resisting the erosion of the demonic qi.
Black demonic qi and the tower’s golden light intertwined like water spilling into a hot oil pan, erupting in a series of fierce crackling sounds. The golden light was continuously eroded, and the black demonic qi gradually seeped in, trying to taint the pagoda’s body.
Just then, a chanting sound suddenly echoed from the void, and a layer of black and white light emerged from the bodies of the Buddha statues carved on the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda, flowing upwards toward high altitude.
Where the light gathered, a figure in black and white suddenly appeared out of thin air, suspended above the tower’s top. A golden ring array appeared beneath his feet, lifting him up.
The figure in black and white was somewhat indistinct, and from the people below, they could not see his features clearly, only feeling that his aura was peculiar.
After the figure appeared, he muttered a Buddhist chant, began forming Dharma seals with his hands, and pointed towards the pagoda below.
The circles of Buddha statues carved on the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda suddenly seemed to come to life at that moment, with each statue’s actions changing to form different Dharma seals, such as clenching a fist, raising a palm, or holding a flower.
Chanting sounds in Sanskrit also started to emanate from around the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda, and Granny Sun and others outside the tower couldn’t help but feel a peaceful state of mind upon hearing them.
Soon after, the light on the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda surged, a layer of golden light prohibition transformed into a more massive golden tower shadow, enveloping the entire pagoda as if covering it with a layer of armor, resisting the impact of the black light pillar.
Miles away, Mr. Purple in the Xumi Palace, seemed to sense the change, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He flipped his hand, took out a purple-black small bottle from his bosom, pulled off the stopper, and dripped a drop of thick black blood onto the array on the ground.