The Buddha's silhouette disappeared once more, instantly appearing in front of a deep pit. This location once harbored the Innate Spiritual Plant, Purple Bamboo. Now, transformed into a huge pit, dug three meters deep, not to mention the Purple Bamboo, even a single root or whisker was not left behind.
The Buddha stood in place, stupefied. There's no need to look elsewhere; surely the situation is the same as here. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and a wave of dizziness washed over his mind.
Anan and Kasyapa flew over.
Anan cautiously said, "Buddha, we are making all efforts to trace the thief."
"No need to investigate. In the entire Primordial World, other than him, who else could do such a thing?" The Buddha's eyes burned with towering rage.
Kasyapa asked in confusion, "Buddha, whom are you referring to?"
"Of course, it's that sycophantic, despicable, and shameless scoundrel Bai Jin!" The Buddha's silhouette vanished in an instant.
