All the people were in indescribable grief.
The skull of the Golden Buddha had been shattered by a palm strike from the Dragon King's Envoy.
Even a Daluo Golden Immortal couldn't save him now.
After a long time, the Golden Buddha finally opened his eyes from his coma.
Despite such a severe injury, the eyes of the Golden Buddha remained clear and bright.
He looked around, his gaze sweeping across the faces of Three Swords, Qiu Yidao, Yan Wuxin, Meng Po, and others.
The Golden Buddha sighed softly, "Help me up."
Three Swords helped the Golden Buddha up, letting him sit cross-legged on the deck.
The Golden Buddha looked out to the sea beyond Tianhai, his voice calm.
"In this lifetime, I have had the fortune to know all my brothers for so many years, and it is about enough."
His voice was filled with apology.
"It is just that this time, due to my own selfishness, I have brought harm to all my brothers."
As he spoke, his form began to wobble.
