"Not good... there are too many powerful beings here, if Your Majesty forces his way through..."
Tathāgata began to feel uneasy at the thought of the saints in the Ancient Buddha Realm. His body started trembling, and though he tried to stand up, it seemed as if an invisible force was pressing down on him.
He clenched his teeth, his muscles tightened, and his skin turned golden as he struggled to his feet.
"His Majesty traveled through countless universes to save me—how could I just sit and wait!"
Bloodshot filled Tathāgata's eyes, and the overwhelming presence outside the hall filled him with a sense of dread akin to facing Cundi and Jieyin, yet he was not afraid.
Amidst Tathāgata's struggles, all the saints of the Ancient Buddha Realm mobilized.
There were four, and with the fallen Puguang and the captured Puzhen, it was as if six saints were present!