The Netherworld was bathed in the dappled glow of the Buddha's light. A man, dressed in a moon-white monk robe and wearing a Ksitigarbha mask, walked slowly forward. Meng Po and Hou Tu trailed behind him.
This was Su Xin's first view of a powerhouse said to be in the True Martial Realm, an existence akin to a land immortal.
The impression given by Ksitigarbha to Su Xin could be summed up in just four words: like a breath of spring.
These four seemingly unrelated words perfectly depicted Ksitigarbha's current state.
The surrounding Power of Heaven and Earth was jubilantly surging into Ksitigarbha's body. Even individuals as powerful as Su Xin were involuntarily drawn to him.
This was not an illusion technique, yet it was even more fearsome than one!
Standing there, Ksitigarbha seemed like the lord of a world. Within this particular heaven and earth, he was God!
