Deep within the Nine Curves Yellow River Formation, the turbid river water roared like a thundering herd.
The deafening roar seemed to shatter the heavens and earth. In an instant, rays of golden light, like agile golden dragons, charged wildly through the dense corrupt currents.
Wherever they passed, the river was stirred up, raising turbid waves several meters high. The golden light dazzled amidst the waves, exuding an eerie aura.
The Snowfield Living Buddha, suspended in midair, had his kasaya torn by the fierce wind, producing a flapping sound.
The Bodhi Beads on his wrist vigorously surged with the turbulent waves, flickering between light and dark. When the beads lit up, a mysterious halo spread, only to be swallowed by the dark waves moments later.
