Patriarch Takes Command

Just as Sun Wukong was feeling grateful to Qin Jun, Buddha's screams grew weaker and weaker.

His body rapidly shrank from twenty feet tall to an ordinary human size. His aura withered, and the golden color on his skin quickly faded, returning to the yellow complexion of a normal person.

With a thud.

He dropped to his knees, staring at Patriarch Bodhi as he emerged from the dust. His expression was dazed, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

He had lost.

Lost completely.

Even if he might not have been at his peak, he had still lost—and he would never get another chance to start over.

Patriarch Bodhi strolled up to Buddha, looking down at him with an indifferent expression. He said softly, "I actually admire you, but you made the mistake of treating my disciple as a chess piece. And you did it for two consecutive lives."

Buddha remained silent. He knew that anything he said now would be too late.

He closed his eyes and sighed inwardly. I failed to attain the Dao. My life ends here.

When he had arrived in this world ahead of time, he had been ecstatic. Free from the restraints of the Heavenly Dao of his original spacetime, he had thought he could once again gain hope of attaining the Dao and becoming a Saint.

Who would have thought that Sacred Emperor Qin would emerge halfway through, followed by Patriarch Bodhi?

Such are the times... such is fate...

Buddha sighed inwardly. Looking back on his past at the brink of death, he felt no regret.

It was not that he had made any mistakes. Fate had simply been unfair.

Patriarch Bodhi picked him up and turned to fly toward Qin Jun.

At that moment, all of Buddha's magical power had dissipated. He