This monk had arrived without showing the slightest sign of abnormality, arriving in an instant as if merely strolling in a leisurely garden. However, from the moment he began to chant the Buddha's name, it seemed as if thousands of Buddhas had descended, with boundless light spreading salvation everywhere.
The great brightness radiated across all directions.
Tan Shuchang watched the monk before him, understanding that this person was most likely an ancestor from the Western Tuo Mountain. It appeared, just as he had predicted, that about three years from now, these ancestors who had ascended three hundred years ago would return one after another.
However, unexpectedly, they were returning to loneliness.
After all, the fate of the immortals was already in his hands.
Thus, Tan Shuchang chuckled lightly, cupped his fists in a salute, and said, "Elder, your words are incorrect."
