Little Western Heaven.
The foremost holy land of the Buddhist sects in the Great Wilderness.
Beneath a nine-zhang-tall Bodhi Tree, an Old Monk sat cross-legged.
The Bodhi Tree's trunk was ancient and vigorous, its bark spread like dragon scales. Its branches were covered in verdant leaves, suffused with green radiance and flowing with a sacred aura.
The Old Monk was gaunt as kindling, his wrinkled face crisscrossed with ravines. He sat there in withered stillness, utterly motionless.
Before him stood a lotus platform.
The lotus platform possessed Twenty-Four Grades and shone with a glaze-like luster. Yet upon it lay a shocking sword scar.
"Master, Bi Mo suffered a crushing defeat, and Heart-Painting Studio also lost a number of capable experts. The entire world is now watching to see when the reincarnation of the Xuan Jun Sword Master will storm the Profound Abyss Alliance and slay Bi Mo."
Suddenly, a solemn and deep voice rang out through this stretch of heaven and earth.
In the far distance, a middle-aged man in moon-white monk's robes slowly approached.
He stopped thirty zhang away from the Bodhi Tree, pressed his palms together, and stood with a solemn, treasure-like bearing.
Beneath the Bodhi Tree, the gaunt Old Monk's eyes remained shut, his expression tranquil and peaceful. His figure did not stir in the slightest; only a voice emerged from his lips:
"The lotus platform remains, but it has already been split by a sword scar. Is the current Su Xuanjun still the man he once was?"
His voice was ancient and dry, as though he had not spoken for a very long time.
After considering it, the middle-aged monk said, "There have never been two identical Bodhi Leaves in this world. In this disciple's view, the person before reincarnation and the person after reincarnation are