Snap!
When Sun Yan threw the corpse of the Suffering Bodhisattva on the floor of the great hall, the monks who had heard the news surrounded him, curiously examining this ancient Tibetan legend.
Now this legend has truly appeared before their eyes.
"So this is the Suffering Bodhisattva..." Master Sangji couldn't help but sigh deeply.
For many ordinary people, gods are lofty beings deserving of worship and respect.
But now, Sun Yan had personally slain a god, which means gods can bleed, gods can die.
A god that can die has already shed its original mysterious aura, and is no different from a powerful beast to humans.
This is an important step in breaking the shackles of thought.
"Master Sangji, what is this black water inside the Suffering Bodhisattva about? Why does my magical artifact become ineffective once it touches it?"
Sun Yan raised the Golden Halberd and asked in confusion.
