In a sudden daze, it was no longer purely a drop of blood, but morphed into a...
"Buddha?"
...
Feng Xiaoshuang regretted countless times.
She really wanted to cancel the mission and go home to rest properly.
She really wished to live another five hundred, fifty... even five more years would do.
She had no choice.
She could only bear the Dao Imparting Mirror.
Following the old family head's orders, she gritted her teeth and aimed it at the black drop of blood on the Stairway to Heaven from afar.
Across the five regions, in the Dao Imparting Mirror, the image of Lord Shou and Lord Cang Sheng rapidly shrank, replaced by the Stairway to Heaven and the Dead Sea.
"Hum!"
On one side, the black blood disappeared.
Above the clouds, on the Stairway to Heaven, astonishingly appeared a golden Buddha sitting cross-legged with a majestic appearance.
"Shi!"
On the other side, the waves surged in the Dead Sea.
