Bab 583: Sutra

All of a sudden!

The sound of Sanskrit reverberated through the valley, possessing a mysterious noble might that was shuddering!

"Om… Ma… Ni… Pa… Mi… Hom!"

Every single Sanskrit word that was spoken caused a tremendous vibration to reverberate through the voids.

The corpses and bloodied figures that were initially in front of Su Zimo vanished entirely.

There was no mountain or corpses nor was there any river of blood.

Everything was just an illusion!

The only thing that was real was the creepy white skeleton palm hovering above Su Zimo's head!

Not far away, a little monk strode over slowly. Although he was at a young age, he was dignified in his Dharmic ways as he stared behind Su Zimo with two divine lights beaming from his eyes!

He held a string of Buddha Beads in his right hand and chanted Sanskrit endlessly.

There was a lotus seat on his left palm that emanated with a mysterious glow.