Dàmèng went mad with shock, even wondering if he had fallen into a hallucination.
The expression on the Buddha's face had completely lost control for the first time.
He hysterically questioned the vault of heaven...
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"How could there be a Martial Immortal in the Mirror World?!"
Unfortunately, his questions received no answer.
The answer was light.
Pure white light that cleansed heaven and earth and swept across the entire universe!
The last wisp of leaden cloud, already curled above Dàmèng's head, crackled for an instant before vanishing without a trace.
The sky returned to its original azure.
No—compared to its original azure, it was purer and more boundless, as if it had been washed by the clearest seawater billions upon billions of times.
Under the radiance of this endless light, the pitch-black, towering Dharma Body began to dissolve.
There were no screams and no struggles.
In the space of a single breath, Dàmèng, along with the lotus platform built from blood, was annihilated into nothingness.
The invisible force binding Gu Jinzhi and Min Zimo vanished like smoke in thin air.
Their bodies suddenly felt light, yet they did not fall from the sky.
A gentle force caught them, allowing them to drift slowly toward the ground like two feathers.
The white light between heaven and earth did not disperse.
It began to draw inward and converge, condensing high above the boundless heavens into a face.
A face too enormous to describe.
Li Wei's face... occupied the entire sky, blocking the rising sun.
Yet on that sacred, dignified, incomparably beautiful face, the expression was... rather hard to describe.
In those clear eyes that seemed capable of seeing through all things, there was no profundity and no majesty—only utterly undisguised... confusion and disdain.
As he drifted downward, Gu Jinzhi