On the other hand, that was not the case for the Black Robe as he sensed an immense crisis. He roared and struggled desperately while attacking the Vajra Phantasm.

However, mysterious energy leaked out of the ruined temple like sprinkling golden powder or fluttering heavy snow, and all of it entered the old monk’s phantasm. His voice became increasingly louder, and each word contained great laws as if they came from the deep space of the universe...

“The mind, Buddhas, and sentient beings are