In the realm of Buddhism stood Venerable Compassion.

The bald middle-aged man, clad in monk's robes, leaned on a staff with one hand, while the other was raised in a gesture of peace, standing as immovable as a mountain. His face showed no emotion, neither joy nor anger, as he stood there with eyes serenely closed, seemingly chanting softly, his thumb moving over prayer beads.

A faint aura of Buddhist energy flowed around him, and a dazzling golden light shone behind him.

In front of him stood Wang Hu from the Ruyi Sect, his fists poised like tiger claws before his chest. His muscular frame exuded a primal and formidable aura that seemed beyond human. A crimson energy flowed around him, forming a giant red-furred tiger, its fierce claws merging with Wang Hu's hands, and its blood-red eyes mirrored his own fury.