Amidst the fierce aura turbulence, the two arms of the Present True Buddha visibly shivered, flesh shattered, ripped from the bones by that tremendous force, then followed the body, neck, and even the face.
As the turmoil subsided, there was no benevolent Buddha left on the Lotus Platform, only a skeleton as pure as White Jade.
The tattered Kasaya turned into countless strips, lost its treasured glow, and scattered upon the Human World.
In his hollow eye sockets, only the golden fire remained like a candle flickering in the wind.
Soon, this golden fire began to pulse rapidly, filled with fright and timidity.
The Buddha had not left this Lotus Platform for so long, so long that he somewhat forgot how to respond to such a situation.
In an instant, he turned and fled toward the time river!
