This sword seemed to pierce out from the depths of a sinister abyss, ripping through the void in an instant and landing right at the throat of the Great Joy Buddha, pressing forward relentlessly.
Clang! The jet-black sword tip struck a Sleeping Bodhisattva resting on a lotus throne.
This Sleeping Bodhisattva, with a female body yet male features, suddenly opened its eyes. Its gaze carried an immense allure, seemingly drawing one toward the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss—this was one of the Great Joy Buddha's signature abilities, as if a Heavenly Demon had invaded, swallowing one's mind without warning and leaving no defense.
Shh!
A sharp crack resounded in the void, and the sword tip vanished into thin air. When it reappeared, it had already pierced a location a hundred zhang behind the Bodhisattva.
"Ah!"
