Precious Wheel Immaculate Bodhisattva gave up thinking.
Before his eyes, the man stood alone in fluttering dark robes, unworldly and aloof. Yet aside from him, not a single person could detect the man's existence.
Great True Lord, indeed!
Precious Wheel Immaculate Bodhisattva instantly recognized reality. To suppress him so effortlessly, even casually erasing his sense of presence from the eyes of the other True Lords—
If he was not a Great True Lord, what else could he be?
My life is over.
At that moment, Precious Wheel Immaculate Bodhisattva wailed inwardly. Looking toward Taihao True Lord, whose face was full of resolve, he nearly cursed aloud.
If you had such a powerful ally, why didn't you say so sooner?
Late Golden Core, Great True Lord—he had thought they had come to crush some insignificant nobody, only to ram headfirst into a copper wall and iron barrier. This time, he was afraid they were truly done for!
At that thought, Precious Wheel Immaculate Bodhisattva's expression changed several times. He wanted to beg for mercy, yet remembered the enmity between the Three Foundations and the Grotto-Heaven Method. Afraid that speaking rashly would instead anger the other party, cold sweat streamed down his back. He could only stand there blankly before forcing out, after a long while:
"This little monk is Immaculate. Greetings, Senior."
Only then did Lu Yang turn around. His handsome face bore a teasing smile as his eyes studied this undead Bodhisattva with interest.
"Interesting."
A voice that only Precious Wheel Immaculate Bodhisattva could hear continued:
"Your Fruit Position in life was [Willow Wood]. After becoming undead, the Netherworld actually simulated the profound Image of [Willow Wood] for you in its entirety?"
At this moment, Immaculate Bodhisattva had calmed down somewhat.
Then delight crept into his heart. This senior seemed