"Form the array." The Righteous Tathagata's voice was as cold as melted snow on a mountain, devoid of any emotion, as if all things in heaven and earth were as insignificant as dust in His eyes.
Five Ming Kings simultaneously crushed the positions of the Five Elements. With each step they took, the void trembled with innumerable golden Brahma scriptures.
As the six-character mantra sounded, massive Buddhist texts converged into six golden dragons. Their bodies were entwined with endless Buddha sounds, sweeping through the Netherworld like a tsunami.
Among the Yellow Springs of Yin Mountain, countless resentful spirits shed their hostility in the Buddha light, devoutly kowtowing. Their heads created densely packed cavities in the ground, where bluish-black soul energy mingled with soil to form eerie patterns, as if offering sacrifices to this great battle.
