In the Grand Hall of the Great Hero, Duobao Tathagata sat upright upon the Lotus Platform, shrouded in Buddha-light, untouched by all laws.
He was meditating with his eyes closed, yet his mind and spirit suddenly stirred, and a strand of Divine Thought passed through layers of empty space, ringing clearly in his mind.
"Duobao..."
That form of address sent a faint ripple through his state of mind, which had been like an ancient well without waves for ten thousand years.
Ever since he had transformed Hu into Buddha, entered Spirit Mountain, and become the lord of this Buddhist sect.
The two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, had always addressed him as "Tathagata," or "Buddha."
The name Duobao, together with his identity as the eldest disciple of Jie Sect, had long since been sealed away in the deepest reaches of memory.
Why would Saint Jieyin suddenly address him this way today?
And an old friend had come to visit?
Who was it?
In the entire Primordial Wilderness, those who could make a saint personally send word and be called an "old friend" could be counted on one hand.
Could it be...
A thought he almost dared not imagine began to grow wildly from the depths of Duobao's heart.
He dared not delay for even an instant longer.
His figure flickered, vanishing from the Lotus Platform, and in the next moment, he had already appeared beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
By the pool, Buddha-light and green qi intertwined.
The two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, stood in attendance to one side, their faces carrying an expression complicated beyond words.
And before them, a cyan-robed figure stood quietly with his back to him.
That figure was only a back view, yet it seemed to be the sole center between heaven and earth.
That