"Amitabha!"
At that moment, the three Mighty Virtuous Kings stood shoulder to shoulder. They pressed their palms together, and Buddha Light surged forth like a bursting flood, instantly filling more than half the sky.
For a moment, the earth quaked and the mountains swayed. Myriad splendid lights enveloped the battlefield, giving birth to countless phenomena of sound, color, and form. Pavilions and towers appeared, and the ceaseless sound of chanting filled the air. It was as if the battlefield had been plunged into an ancient Buddhist Temple. Before their eyes stood a towering Ancient Buddha, illuminated by a single green lamp.
The next second, the Ancient Buddha spoke:
"Good, good. My Buddha is merciful. Across hundreds of thousands of millions of worlds, he divides his form to save all beings from their karmic tribulations. All of you are fated to be with our Western Paradise…"
As it spoke, a pair of eyes as large as mountains fixed upon Lü Yang.
"Hahaha!"
