The moment Fang Chen saw the painting, his gaze sharpened. He had thought this dream would be exactly like his childhood, but an enormous flaw had appeared.
Fang Chen glanced toward the living room and found that his mother was not there. He looked up at the Buddha statue in the painting and said coldly, "Senior, this isn't right. I appreciate your letting me return to the place where I lived as a child, but you shouldn't ruin one of my most precious memories!"
As soon as Fang Chen finished speaking, the Buddha statue in the painting opened its eyes. They were bright, as though they could see through every secret he held. The corners of its mouth lifted slightly, and a resonant voice sounded beside his ear. "Benefactor, fate has brought us together. If you wish, I can send you back to before you turned ten. With your own abilities, you could change everything. Your parents would not die, and you might walk a brighter path!"
Fang Chen had only made a casual remark to the Buddha statue. He had not expected it to answer.
Suppressing his surprise, he looked at the statue and said, "I'm a sworn enemy of your Buddhist Kingdom. We're locked in a fight to the death. Are you really willing to pass your legacy on to me? Besides, I've committed every evil under the sun. I've killed many Buddhist Cultivators, and plenty of other people too. I've even killed many innocents!"
Fang Chen had not lied. When he destroyed Xuanhuang City and Lieyang City, there had indeed been many innocent people inside. He had killed them all the same, though some called him cruel for killing innocents.
But he paid them no mind. In this world, the weak were prey to the strong. Even