Alex sent out a ray of golden light pure, holy energy that contained divine power.
Earlier, he had a brand new understanding of divine power. Not only could the divine power kill, but it could also save. It was the power of faith, a great wishing power, and compassion that could save sentient beings, the dying, and nurse the wounded.
At that critical moment, after comprehending the true meaning of divine power, he managed to break the Grand Bodhisattva’s mental domain. He had won the Buddha’s Heart competition.
What was Buddha’s heart anyway?
The methods Ksitigarbha upheld were the sincerest way of Buddha’s Heart.
“I will not become a Buddha until all sentient beings end their suffering! Once they are saved, I will attain Buddhahood!”
That was the true meaning of divine power. Perhaps there was a deeper meaning, but as of now, Alex had clearly succeeded.
The divine power’s true meaning was invincible in the Underworld that had been suppressed by Dairaionji Temple.
Whoosh!
The divine power was channeled into Cecilia’s body. A small mark of a lotus flower appeared in the middle of her snow-white forehead. Beautiful, it was slowly turning, condensing energy little by little.
During that period, Dorothy looked at the Grand Bodhisattva and noticed that he didn’t rush over. Instead, he stood before the lady in red on Persephone’s Folly Bridge, not knowing what he was talking about. It was then that she felt a bit relieved. When it came to that, she told no one what she’d noticed.
While the others were drowning without water, she, in fact, did not. A strange stone pillar emanated vague brilliance in her sea of consciousness, directly destroying the energy trying to bind her.
Gasp!
Alex did not deliberately listen to the conversation between the two women. Still, his saving Cecilia a successful case in front of countless trialists instilled a little hope in the trialists immersed in grief.
Soon, someone rushed over.
With a thud, he knelt before Alex. “Sir, I beg of you. Save my granddaughter. I’ll give you anything you want… This is my storage ring. Decades of my savings are in here.”
“And me! Save my wife! I can’t live without her!”
“Sir, can you save my dad? I have a Myriad Spectral Ginseng here. I’m willing to give it to you.”
“Do you want the Supreme Divine Crystal? As long as you save my disciple…”
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