At this moment, all was silent.
"Ah?"
Guangming stood there blankly. Every experience he had ever had surfaced in his mind, and cold sweat immediately began streaming down his face beyond his control.
What have I done?
Installed as Buddha's Son, overseeing the Pure Land, laying out plans across the world, scheming over the four realms—the winds and clouds of the world all seemed to lie within his grasp. But was this really me?
This isn't me at all!
No one knew Guangming better than himself. He was just an ordinary man getting through his days, with no grand ambitions. He only wanted to live well and never lack food or drink. Why would he ever risk himself to do something as earthshaking as stirring up the winds and clouds of the world? Yet after all these years, he had not sensed the slightest thing amiss!
What am I even doing?
Guangming stared blankly at his own hands. His Golden Body, usually full and solid with flesh and blood, now seemed to be nothing more than a thin layer of human skin.
.Ah.
Guangming raised his head and looked straight at True Person Demon-Sweeping. His eyes shone brightly and clearly, yet what finally emerged in them was neither rage nor resentment.
It was helplessness.
So that's how it is. I'm already dead.
He was different from the others. The others were not Buddha's Son; even after their connection was severed, they could return to what they originally were. But his very life had long since been entrusted elsewhere.
True Person Demon-Sweeping had severed his connection to the World Honored One. To Guangming, it was like having his roots cut away. At this moment, he could not even speak a single word. He could only press his palms together and let