He Zhao looked at the Golden Mist Ghoul Gods lined up before him, their auras completely different from before, and finally let out a long breath of relief. He had been afraid the newly born Great Vehicle Buddha Heart would have no effect on them.
From the looks of it now, the effect was excellent. The stone hanging over his heart had finally dropped.
"Alas, a fallen phoenix is worse off than a chicken." They were clearly the same Divine Spirit from two different timelines, yet different experiences had led to a world of difference in their fates.
The Great Vehicle Buddha, born malnourished and severely injured, had been chased by a group of Iron Rod Monks like a stray dog. The one born smoothly had displayed extraordinary strength instead. Although its heart could not compare to the mature version of the future, as long as it worked on Fierce Specters, that was enough.
"Next, I should collect the other two Fierce Specters, raise them to the level of the Golden Mist Ghoul God, and then start working on producing the Fruit Position."
At this point, he could not help rubbing his chin. He was someone who would rather go without than settle for less. He definitely would not choose ghouls that were of little use and had weak abilities.
But he needed some kind of lead. He could not run around like a headless fly, searching the whole world for Fierce Specters that matched the targets he had in mind. Who knew when he would run into one he liked?
If he was lucky, he would bump into one the moment he stepped out.
If he was unlucky, there was no telling how many years it would take.
Besides, what if the Fierce Specter he fancied had already been