In Fu Guang's voice, besides the tremor born of joy and reverence, there was also a trace of bewilderment that could not be erased.
The Immeasurable Pavilion was a very ethereal place.
Within it, he was nothing more than an ordinary one among tens of millions of Buddhas.
He, who thought he would spend his whole life bowing to Buddha till the end, fighting till the end, had once, decades ago, heard a joke from the lower world's lower world, about a mortal who wanted to slay a Buddha.
It was a joke that had spread in the Immeasurable Pavilion for a very long time.
Until this time, when the Divine Ruins in the lower world mutated, his master summoned him to his side and gave him some instructions.
These matters were enough to soak his clear and pure heart of worshipping Buddha in an ocean of bewilderment.
I, Fu Guang, was named Jin Chan Zi in the ancient era, and in this life I am in the eighth cycle of reincarnation?
