"Please, Ancestor God, calm your anger!"
The monks pressed their palms together, chanting loudly, wishing to extinguish the blazing heat within Southern Sumeru.
Yet, as one of the nine veins, representing the ultimate yang flame of the world, how could it be suppressed by mere Buddha's voice?
Tongues of fire emerged and then frantically spread. In an instant, a hundred Buddha Cliffs were consumed by a sea of fire. Under the terrifying heat, the entire Southern Sumeru became twisted and blurred.
"This deity will grant you twelve more hours."
"If there's no vision of the future, this domain shall be burned."
The giant sat atop the highest cliff, hair wildly dancing like flames. He opened his eyes, gazing indifferently ahead.
In times past, whenever he awoke, when had this so-called assembly of Immortal Buddhas not respectfully come to greet him?
Yet now, those dressed-up monkeys dared to lay hands on a True God.
