A wisp of mist slowly billowed out from his fingertip. In a flash, it swelled larger and larger until it became a sea of clouds.

The dense mist quickly coalesced into the form of a Buddha, half the height of a mountain. It glared fiercely, its entire body exuding a thick black aura that stained everything nearby the color of deep ink.

"This technique is called the Visage of the Damned Host of Hell!"

As Hai Shu Bodhisattva spoke, the misty Buddha within the illusory scroll immediately took on the visage of an Evil Spirit. Its black aura flared violently as it began to devour everything around it.

Among the illusory living beings, countless bizarre creatures resembling Evil Demons were devoured by the Buddha that had transformed into an Evil Spirit. As they were consumed, their most prominent features began appearing one by one upon the Evil Spirit’s body.

"It carries Hell upon its shoulders and takes the form of an Evil Spirit. It consumes the foulness of Evil Demons, purifies it, and makes it its own!"

"What do you think, Yuan Ji?"

Everything before him was an illusion manifested by Hai Shu Bodhisattva, created simply so that Yang An could see the nature of these Techniques more clearly.

However, this was only the first Technique. Yang An naturally chose to continue watching, in no hurry to make a decision.

This was like the difference between a product demonstration and the actual item. It might look awe-inspiring in Elder Monk Hai Shu’s hands, but in reality, achieving such ferocious power would require an incredibly profound Cultivation Level.

"Mantra of the Illusory Buddha’s Karma!"

As Hai Shu Bodhisattva gestured again, the original Buddha-turned-Evil-Spirit dissolved into mist. A new Buddha appeared, then abruptly transformed into countless coalescing black shadows, growing ever larger.

In the blink of an eye, the black, shadow-like Buddha within the illusory scroll had grown to tower over mountains, standing tall enough to touch the heavens.

But the larger it grew, the more unreal it seemed. It had a deeply psychedelic quality, as if it were nothing more than a shadow—the shadow of a Buddha, magnified countless times.

The Buddha’s shadow manifested a hundred hands that came crashing down, instantly causing the earth to move and the mountains to quake, shaking the very cosmos!

"Emptiness is without self-nature; all phenomena are but shadows. A True Buddha is inherently formless, yet this shadow seems real."

Among Buddhist Cultivators, shadows are also a manifestation of causality. There can only be an effect if there is a cause; therefore, there can only be a shadow if there is a source.

Hai Shu Bodhisattva once again looked to Yang An.

But Yang An’s decision remained the same: he wanted to see more.

This wasn’t like picking vegetables at a market. He could only choose one item from Elder Monk Hai Shu, so he couldn’t afford to be rash.

’Realistically, the chances of learning Light Magic from the Elder Monk are slim to none. All I can do is choose the best option for myself from what he’s offering.’

However, the thought of Light Magic reminded Yang An of something Elder Monk Hai Shu had said earlier.

’So, does Light Magic fall under New Techniques or Old Techniques?’

’Light Magic is considered a Forbidden Technique because it inflicts immense backlash on the Cultivator. It’s the type of power that will kill you before it kills your enemy, despite its extreme destructive capabilities.’

’If that’s the case, Light Magic must be classified as an Old Technique.’

’Power like that has likely existed since ancient times. Since no one could ever replace the Old Technique with a New one, it naturally became a Forbidden Technique.’

’If so, then Light Magic is related to the "Spirit" in Spiritual Turbidity, not the "Turbidity."’

’Could Light Magic be the ultimate manifestation of Spirit?!’

Yang An’s mind wandered slightly. As he pondered this question, he saw Elder Monk Hai Shu’s hands begin to move again.

Hai Shu Bodhisattva conjured a third illusory Buddha, demonstrating yet another new Technique.

Mist rose from the mountains, silently turning to dust.

Beneath the illusory Buddha, countless boulders and mountainsides were disintegrated by an invisible force. For a hundred li in every direction, the landscape within the scroll transformed into a vicious torrent of quicksand.

The fine yellow sand flowed without end, burying everything in its path. It then whipped up into countless tempests that changed the very color of the heavens and the earth.

"This is the Dust of Infinity, which coalesces to manifest a Buddha. It is called the Mantra of Rebirth into the Bodhi Sea of Dust!"

"What do you think, Yuan Ji?"