"Om!"
Just then, Wine Monk suddenly released a thunderous shout.
His expression abruptly became serene as he spoke in a clear and solemn voice. "Thus have I heard. With supporting conditions and shared cultivation, the heart remains undisturbed, and together, one is born into the Western Pure Land."
At this moment, Wine Monk seemed to have forgotten his current situation entirely. His face carried a compassionate smile, like an enlightened old monk who had seen through worldly suffering. Following his voice, golden lotuses bloomed in the void, shimmering with brilliant light.
This scene of golden lotuses blooming from spoken words could only be described as miraculous.
Buzz!
Among the three powerful corpses, the one wearing a kasaya suddenly trembled.
Then, the corpse abruptly sat upright, and a beam of golden light emerged from its mouth. It soared into the sky and flew directly toward Wine Monk.
"Spirit Relic!"
