Only after hearing Po Qiong's explanation did Ling Tian realize that he had been wasting the Sarira all this time. It was, after all, a Buddhist treasure. Using it only to counter the deathly aura and killing intent filling the Bronze Pavilion had indeed failed to bring out its full potential. Moreover, he had barely improved its grade over the years.
"For all these years, I've only nourished it with Chaos Qi, so its grade hasn't improved much. I haven't found any other Sarira, or any treasures containing life or the power of compassion, to refine together with it either," Ling Tian murmured. "As you said, Po Qiong, it was formed when a virtuous Buddhist monk passed away, and contains boundless vitality and Buddha Power. Perhaps imprinting Buddha Shadows onto it will have some unusual effects."
With that thought, Ling Tian moved the Buddha Shadow he had condensed in his mind onto the Sarira in his golden core. He immediately noticed something strange: the Buddha Shadow imprinted onto the Sarira with ease, far more easily than it had on the Lotus Petals. It was as if the Buddha Shadow and the Sarira were a perfect match, as though they had been meant to be together from the start.
Not only that, but the Buddha Shadow on the Sarira was much clearer than the ones on the Lotus Petals. A single imprint on the Sarira was clearer than three or four on the Lotus Petals.
As more Buddha Shadows were imprinted onto the Sarira, it began to emit a hazy glow. The Sarira, originally pink, gradually took on a golden hue. The Buddhist chants also grew much clearer. Even when Ling Tian wasn't deliberately using the secret art, Buddhist chants still rang out, flowing on without end.
Feeling the Sarira's changes,