A single Buddha's chant, arriving like the thunder's wrath, leaving like the frozen brilliance of a vast ocean.
King Yuan Ji, trembling as if struck by thunder, the dark light in his eyes scattering, with the assistance of the Sharira atop his head, managed to break free from the control of the Two Lives Vase, remembering who he really was.
Looking with curiosity, Lu Bei spotted amongst the golden light an old monk in a diagonal Monk's Clothes. Gaunt and withered, at first glance, he seemed like an ordinary ascetic monk.
Yet, his momentum was as grand as mountains, far from ordinary.
From the perspective of the Integration Period, this mountain seemed leveled and not too tall, and one could easily cross it with a simple step.
From the perspective of the Mahayana Phase, the mountain was majestic, towering into the clouds. The closer one got, the more its grandeur could be felt.
"He's got something, who is he?"
