Gu Han opened his eyes again; no trace of black fog could be seen inside, only the brilliance of golden light.
The two hundred and six Buddhist bones throughout his body were translucent, his Zen heart clear and encircled by an eternal flame of gold, and even his dark, rigid skin, refined by the Evil Qi and the Corpse, faintly exuded an orange light of death returning to life, mysteriously brimming with more vitality.
After this nirvana, the Arahant's golden body not only gained a kind Buddha's countenance but also sprouted a flame pattern between the eyebrows and emitted a radiance that extended ten feet above the head.
"Thank you, Master Yanshan, if not for a thread of universal salvation, this old monk might have forever fallen into the demonic path and never achieved liberation."
With eyes open, Gu Han brought his palms together and bowed deeply to Yanshan, saying respectfully.
