As dozens of streaks of black light plunged directly into the stone door, tiny cracks began to appear across the illusory projection of the First Lord of the Buddhist Sect.
The phantom trembled slightly, and though the light of the sarira on its brow had not extinguished, it was no longer as dazzling as before, as if enduring unprecedented pressure and exhaustion.
"Amitabha, I never expected the three emperors of the Abyss to be so formidable," the phantom said, its voice carrying a note of resolute determination.
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