In Lingxiao Hall.
Yibai ceased swinging his Zen Staff and silently listened to the Buddhist chants around him, feeling the rich essence of Buddhist Law permeating the air.
Within the Buddhist Sect, there were few who could withstand his strike.
Those few were none other than several Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
Among them, the ones truly capable of matching him were pitifully few; by his count, only two were qualified to compete with him to see whose skills were greater.
The first was Guanyin of the South Sea, whose capabilities needed no further explanation.
The second was the master of Spirit Mountain, Tathagata Buddha, the Monk, whose mastery of Buddhist Law was profound and inscrutable, and whose mana was vast, unmatched by ordinary Innate Divine Beings.
By the looks of it, the Monk had likely come.
Yibai, feeling the dense Buddhist Law enveloping him, understood in his heart, and he too emanated an extremely powerful aura.
But his aura was mysterious.