"Enough! A truce!"
The Ancient Bodhi Buddha coughed up blood, beaten by the empty-handed Blind Daoist. His condition was dire, and even the Bodhi Miaoshu in his hand had grown dim!
He couldn't understand. The Primordial Hand wielded no Magical Treasure. The Daoist Robe, the Qingyun, the Three-Bejeweled Ruyi—none were present. 'Why... does he still possess such power??'
'This isn't The Beginning of Ancient Times!'
Hearing his call for a truce,
the Blind Daoist merely sneered without a word. He pressed down with his hand again, an attack that encompassed all of Chaos and reflected every magnificent scene of the past, piercing through this era of Ancient History all the way back to the very first one!
As if struck by lightning, Bodhi coughed up more blood. He desperately shook the Miaoshu in his hand, unleashing world-ending power as all eighty of its branches stirred, bathing everything in a great Wisdom Light.
