"Amitabha Buddha, fellow Daoist, we meet again."
The Sami's voice carried a hint of joy, as if greeting an old friend.
But the word "again" immediately sent Wangjun's soul into a panic.
He was not familiar with the Buddha World, the only acquaintance being the avatar of the Big Freedom Bodhisattva that had transformed into Buddha light and dissipated a month ago.
The person before him...
"Big Freedom Bodhisattva!" Wangjun retreated in an instant.
"Amitabha Buddha, there's no need for the fellow Daoist to be on such guard as if facing a great enemy," the Big Freedom Bodhisattva said with a smile, "after all, your precautions are in vain."
This time, his descent to the Lower Realm wasn't just a consciousness borrowing the dead and returning the soul.
Instead, he had severed a part of his own existence, and even his flesh body was cultivated from the flesh and blood left behind during his last descent.
