“Boom!” The war god’s twelve palaces rushed to the sky in a brilliant manner then turned into a supreme and unique firmament. 

It blotted out and replaced the existing sky. Everyone felt the worldly energy and dao power gathering on his body.

His massive golden frame with this influx of power could create a myriad ages now. The light emanating from him could cross through the river of time.

His imperial aura swept through the world and suffocated the spectators, forcing them down on their knees.

“Amitabha.” A stark contrast to the war...