"After you die, benefactor, you will have wishes in your heart. Perhaps you will return to your own world."
The gray-robed monk suddenly uttered these utterly baffling words.
The others could not understand them at all, assuming the gray-robed monk meant something else. Only Li Xuanxiao was shaken to the core.
What!?
A faint smile appeared on the gray-robed monk's face.
It was no longer the smile of compassion for all living beings, but one of indifference and tolerance, as though he gazed down upon eternity and saw through the workings of every law.
At the instant that Buddhist invocation fell,
the monk's figure began to become... transparent.
Clinging to lifespan was a delusion.
Recklessly seeking the path to immortality was vanity.
Fearing death was foolishness.
All forms were not forms; all laws were empty.
Withering and flourishing turned in cycles; such was the natural way of the Heavenly Dao.
The eternity you seek does not lie at the end of the Immortal Realm..."
No one else heard that voice.
Li Xuanxiao quickly realized that the voice was ringing only within his mind.
"Look! He... he's disappearing!"
Everyone's eyes locked tightly onto the monk.
The edges of his gray cassock seemed to be gently erased by an invisible force.
An indescribable will began to spread.
Li Xuanxiao was the first to sense that will.
It was boundless and vast, like a heavenly curtain blanketing the entire firmament.
Ancient and weathered, as though it had passed through the cycles of countless epochs.
It was cold and emotionless, devoid of joy, anger, sorrow, or delight, yet it contained the most fundamental power of law in the universe.
Life and death, withering and flourishing, creation and destruction, order and chaos—all of them, in that instant, were projected through that vanishing figure with unparalleled