Atop Mount Ling, Maitreya Buddha, witnessing this scene, revealed a joyful expression. With such a protector of Buddhism, even if all saints transcended later, Buddhism could still maintain its prestigious reputation.
"Truly a saint, with profound strategies, we are no match," he exclaimed uncontrollably.
As soon as his words fell, a radiant light burst forth atop Mount Ling, resembling a slow-rising sun. A Buddha hovered in midair, seated atop a lotus flower, his appearance majestic. Behind his head, a sun of merit radiated endless brilliance. Chants echoed throughout Mount Ling, with heavenly maidens scattering flowers and earth sprouting golden lotuses—it was the Tathagata of Western Heaven.
"All Bodhisattvas and Arhats, follow me to Lion Camel City to subdue the demon," Tathagata's commanding voice echoed across Mount Ling.