Pudu Temple.
Inside the main hall, Jing Heng stood alone before Buddha's Lamp.
Brilliant golden light shone across the face of this Buddha of the present age, revealing his solemn expression.
True Lord Wuxun had passed away yesterday. Today was the most suitable day for a Top Real Person to break through.
The Daoists knew this, the Great Blue Dynasty knew this, and the Buddhists naturally knew it as well.
If Wu Che had not met with disaster, he would have been the best candidate for this breakthrough.
With Wu Che's cultivation and talent, coupled with the Buddhist kingdom's recent founding and the aid of National Fortune, the Buddhists had a very good chance of gaining another Peak Expert!
But Wu Che's two Natal Magical Artifacts had been lost—one had self-destructed, and the other had been seized. He was basically crippled.
The light on Jing Heng's face suddenly flickered erratically. The flame of the Buddha's Lamp before him wavered, growing somewhat unsteady.
"Amitabha."
Jing Heng chanted a sutra in a low voice, finally stabilizing the flame.
Just as Wenren Zheng would never tell anyone the state of his injuries.
First, he had been seriously wounded in Lanling City. Then he had controlled the grand array and fought Wenren Zheng. Outsiders also had no idea what condition Jing Heng's injuries were in now.
Footsteps sounded behind him.
Jing Heng turned around, his usual compassion and composure already restored.
"Senior Brother."
"Abbot."
Jinglian entered the main hall with his disciple, Wu Che.
Jing Heng looked at Wu Che. In his eyes, this former fourth-ranked Buddhist expert now had a feeble aura, like a candle flickering in the wind.
Because of the special nature of the Dharma Corpse Saint Body, Wu Che was effectively equivalent to possessing an external incarnation.
That was why,