One golden Sarira after another was "embedded" into Wang Xian's body. When their number reached one hundred and eight, all the Sarira instantly connected together, erupting with even more dazzling golden light.
"Amitabha!"
A golden Buddha phantom appeared. As it chanted a Buddhist invocation, the wails of hundreds of millions of vicious ghosts instantly rang out from within Wang Xian's body.
Gray, twisted figures frantically burrowed out of Wang Xian's body one after another. Yet after leaving his body, they entered the Buddha phantom instead.
The next moment, before those gray, twisted figures could even finish wailing, they directly turned to nothingness within the Buddha phantom.
As vast numbers of gray, twisted figures left Wang Xian's body, his murky eyes gradually became clear, and his consciousness slowly returned.
More than a dozen breaths later, Wang Xian regained control of his body, and his consciousness became somewhat clearer.
"Dead fatty, why are you here?"
Wang Xian looked doubtfully at the round figure in front of him, whose face was filled with anguish as he looked at Wang Xian. Shouldn't this guy have been in the ruins sealing the Human Ancestor within Wang Xian's Inner World? How had he appeared here?
"Brat, this Taoist master saved your life, and this is how you treat me?"
The fatty flew into a rage.
He had even contributed the Sarira of the Buddha, who had only recently been revived, yet Wang Xian still called him a "dead fatty." Had he known, he would not have saved him!
Wang Xian froze for a moment. After recalling what had happened, he understood. He grinned at the fatty and said, "Taoist master, thanks!"
The "gray lightning" unleashed by the Blood Tribulation had been formed from strange power. He had been caught off guard and fallen victim to it.