The instant everyone saw Guang Chengzi's immortal remains, they were utterly shocked. Their minds felt oppressed. Even though they knew the person before them had died many years ago, or that his spirit had gone to some unknown realm while his physical shell was now soulless and empty, they still felt an intense mental impact.
It was like the soul of a destitute beggar, unable to eat his fill or sleep warmly, suddenly barging into the lavish residence of a wealthy man, where it was warm in winter, cool in summer, and there was never any worry over food or drink. Seeing the rich man's immortal-like life of comfort would shake the soul—except this feeling was even stronger. The richness of that spiritual sensation could no longer be fully conveyed by words alone.
Only Jiang Dali and the Mongol Emperor felt a somewhat weaker surge in their hearts. The former was, after all, a True Return Realm expert whose mental cultivation and spiritual power surpassed the others by far. The latter had seen these immortal remains many times and had long developed some resistance to them.
Jiang Dali took several steps forward and cupped his fists in salute to Guang Chengzi, whose beard, hair, and features looked lifelike. Then he fixed his gaze on the immortal remains before him.
Even with only his naked eye, Jiang Dali could immediately tell the density of the body's muscles and bones. This body was incomparably hard and unyielding, as though the entire person had transformed into some other unknown, solid material. He could not help but praise it.
"The flesh has not decayed, and it even gives off a pervasive fragrance. As expected of the legendary immortal master Guang Chengzi. This has already reached the highest ideal of Tibetan Buddhism—the realm of *Body