Within the sea of Buddha Light, the Five Buddhas withdrew their gazes from Li Wei.
They all turned toward the three Daoists. In the end, their gazes converged on the Daoist in the form of a young man.
A moment later, White Jade Buddha, who had just pointed a finger and knocked one of Li Wei's "revival coins" away, revealed a look of sudden understanding.
He spoke meaningfully.
"So that's how it is."
At the edge of the battlefield, countless miles away.
Golden Spirit Holy Mother stood frozen in the void, dazed.
She stared blankly at the three towering figures that pierced heaven and earth, sensing that familiar yet strange Daoist aura.
For a moment, she was rendered speechless.
Beside her, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva pressed his palms together, his expression incomparably complicated.
"So that's how it is."
On the floating island, in the main hall of Biyou Palace.
Taiyi had his butt sticking up as he lay sprawled across the polished jade floor.
He dipped his finger in wine and excitedly scribbled and drew, constantly sorting through the endless inspiration the earlier chime had brought him. He kept muttering under his breath.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
He had not noticed at all that his little "Martial Uncle" had already stiffly walked to the entrance of the hall.
"Li Cheng" raised his little head and looked toward the "distance."
A layer of vicissitude and melancholy that did not belong to his age lingered across his tiny face.
He remained silent for more than a dozen breaths.
"Li Cheng" suddenly curled his lips into a bitter smile.
"So that's how it is."
Deep in the little fellow's heart, the real Li Cheng was getting prickly.
"Old man, what do you mean, 'so that's how it is'? Why did you suddenly go crazy?!"