His energy became purer and purer as he seemingly became a Buddha. They oozed out of his pores and condensed into a golden fog.

Auspicious runes floated around him. Three thousand monks seemed to be chanting in harmony with the grand dao.

The thirty-six techniques activated and issued metallic clanks from within. Since they were so powerful, fusing them became exceedingly difficult.

“Rumble!” They struggled within, not wanting to lose their identity. 

Eventually, the first two twisted together like two lightning bolts. They became stronger during this refinement process.

The others were forced to do so a while later. Eventually, only eighteen...