It was time to pay the West a visit.
With a thought in Meng Qi's mind, the handsome young monk sat down cross-legged, his entire body exuding a pure light. He turned into a golden Buddha, one hand pointing to the sky while the other was touching the ground. The swordsman in white stood as his robes fluttered. The aura of his sword surrounded him, as if he was the source of space-time, the origin of the void, the personification of Tao itself. He looked like a Heavenly Lord, and the sword beams shot out, splitting itself, one into two, two into four, and they populated the countless universes. A glorious golden glimmer spilled forth, his orifices and even his limbs contained an immeasurable, indestructible power.
