"Trying to sever the very foundation of my Buddhist Sect?"
Amitabha Buddha coughed up a mouthful of blood. He gazed at the Western Pure Land in his hands, on the verge of total collapse, and managed a difficult smile.
"In your dreams!"
The Western Pure Land was the source of all Buddha Lands.
If the Western Pure Land were utterly destroyed, the countless Buddha Lands, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, would also perish.
Amitabha Buddha let out a tremendous roar.
He ignored the terrifying power radiating from the Qing Ping Sword, ignored his own dying body, and threw with all his might!
"Fellow Daoist! Take hold of the Pure Land!"
The Western Pure Land smashed through the Great Heaven and Earth and the River of Time, landing unerringly in the hands of the Purple Cloud Palace Master.
