A Fleeting Dream

"It worked!"

Wang Ye's eyes lit up. Even Guanyin beside him grew somewhat excited.

The mark that had endured for a thousand years was completely erased at this moment!

Even with her composure, Guanyin could not help but feel her emotions surge.

As the mark vanished, the enormous corpse suddenly shattered, turning into chunks of flesh scattered across the floor, as though it had only been temporarily pieced together and held in shape by immense energy.

Blood qi filled the entire meditation chamber.

That blood qi was even saturated with energy.

After taking only a few breaths, Wang Ye felt his physical strength improve slightly.

But.

Neither of them looked pleased. Instead, they both frowned faintly.

That was it?

Though Wang Ye had never personally witnessed the Buddha make a move, he could still infer much from this. The blood qi here was immense, but if the Buddha's strength was truly only at this level, he would not have been feared to such an extent.

At most, he was only somewhat stronger than the Six Imperials.

Still someone who could be buried beneath sheer numbers.

Wang Ye glanced at Guanyin. Her expression was exceptionally complicated now. At times she fell silent, and at times she burst into wild laughter, looking completely unhinged.

"Hahahaha!"

"You old bastard, you used this tiny bit of blood qi to fool me for a thousand years!"

"A thousand years!!!"

"What, were you handing out scraps to a beggar??"

"I guarded your body for a thousand years, and in the end, it was all a scam?"

At that moment, Guanyin's state of mind completely collapsed.

For this day, she had faked her death long ago.

She had even turned herself into this neither-human-nor-ghost state. She appeared able to revive endlessly, but only she knew the price