Yuan Thirteen's cold mechanical body crackled with unstable arcs of electricity. All his detectors were fully activated as he warily scanned his surroundings.
The Buddha Light Insect Queen was Tang Sanzang's avatar.
Compassion and coldness mingled across her face, while Buddhist radiance and the insect race's killing intent fused perfectly around her.
She was both sacred and bizarre. The grand aura of one who had just become a Saint had yet to fully subside.
"Original self!"
"Are you all right?"
Lu Pan spoke in a deep, muffled voice, his bell-sized eyes filled with undisguised concern.
He looked Lu Chen up and down.
"Damn it, seeing you burn your Great Dao just now scared the hell out of me!"
Lu Chen waved his hand. Though his aura was weak, his voice remained steady and carried unquestionable authority.
"No matter. I'm just overly exhausted. I'm not dead yet."
Lu Chen's gaze fell upon the Buddha insect's immense aura, carrying a trace of sincere gratitude.
"This time, we owe Fellow Daoist Tang Sanzang. Had you not broken through and become a Saint at the crucial moment, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Tang Sanzang's avatar pressed his palms together. Buddhist radiance washed around him, and his voice was calm yet imbued with tremendous power.
"Amita-meow Buddha. Since I came from Wuji and was enlightened by my original self, I should naturally live and die alongside Wuji. This is merely my duty. There is no need to thank me."
His voice carried a peculiar magic that calmed the restless space around them somewhat.
"Hahaha! That was satisfying! Truly satisfying!"
Lu Pan could not help throwing his head back and laughing again. The sound waves shook even the distant star fragments.
"Seeing those old bastards fleeing in disgrace finally released all the pent-up anger from