Shen Luo's gaze swept around, and he found the surroundings pitch black and very quiet. He didn't see the black vortex that had previously sucked him in, only feeling as if he were suspended in a realm of nothingness.
"Come over here."
At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from afar.
Upon hearing the voice, Shen Luo turned his head and saw a faint light shining in the pitch-black space not far behind him.
He walked slowly toward it and gradually saw that, in that corner, there was an old man sitting cross-legged, his clothes tattered and emanating a deathly Qi.
"Bodhisattva..." Shen Luo tentatively called out.
"Your weapon is quite remarkable; it's not inferior to the Victorious Fighting Buddha's Ruyi Golden Cudgel," the old man said.
As Shen Luo approached, he saw the old man holding his Sea Suppressing Iron Rod, gently caressing it.
The old man was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
