Outside the Thousand Buddha Temple, the scene hanging in the void suddenly exploded, the thick chaos dissipating, two rays of golden light shooting straight into the sky, the divine glow from Monk Liaowang's eyes.
A towering Buddha materialized, bearing the likeness of Liaowang himself, not his Primordial Spirit, but a phantom formed from his own Buddha-nature.
Liaowang had not displayed his cultivation level, but everyone present felt a constriction in their chest as if something was being suppressed.
"How is this possible?"
Song Zhong's complexion drastically changed, the Illusionary Realm had been broken.
He had not yet realized that Liaowang had already passed this challenge when the other had already shattered the Illusionary Realm. What kind of talent was this?
The other cultivators began to retreat in confusion, not understanding how the monk had suddenly broken through the barrier. Moreover, it seemed as if his strength had been greatly elevated.