"Amitabha!"
He chanted the Buddha's name and pointed a finger into the void.
In that instant, a countless amount of black energy surged from his body, immediately condensing into a giant hand.
The giant hand seemed incorporeal, passing through the wall of the Zen Room without any resistance.
From the courtyard outside the Zen Room, the sound of something shattering suddenly rang out.
The great hand formed of black energy quickly retracted.
But when it returned, it was clutching something strange.
It was a bizarre-looking… Buddha head?
It was just the head, with no other body parts.
The head was covered in fleshy topknots, which was why Yang An presumed it was a Buddha head.
However, the facial features on this Buddha head were completely distorted, mashed together as if they were made of dough.
It was also covered in countless Scripture Mantras, which emitted a faint white glow.
To Yang An, it looked as if the thing had been sealed.
