Of course, they could understand the pressure in Meng Qi's heart.
But since Xuantian had attained the Dharmakaya, his vision naturally surpassed anything the others could compare to. Handing the Dharmakaya token to Meng Qi must have come after much consideration; he could not have made such a decision on a whim.
Afterward, Xuantian gave them a few more instructions, offered some guidance on their cultivation, and sent them away.
Xuantian traveled the world, while Meng Qi returned to the Journey to the West World and set foot upon Spirit Mountain.
During those ten years, because of the malicious Samsara missions arranged by the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation, he had accidentally killed Gu Xiaosang, for whom he had developed feelings. In the end, he entered the Buddhist path, keeping company only with an ancient Buddha and a blue lamp.
After Xuantian's guidance, along with everything Meng Qi had seen and experienced along the way, he had long known who the mastermind behind it all was...
Seeing that this fish of his had actually developed the will to resist, Ananda was warning him.
Ten years of sitting in desolation, ten years of loneliness—the blade in his heart had grown ever sharper. At last, the time had come to settle everything.
Even if it meant destroying himself along with his enemy, he could not allow Ananda to succeed, using his body to break free from Buddha's suppression and once again bring calamity upon the world.
Did Ananda really think he could toy with him at will?
Meng Qi wore a tattered monk's robe. His head was bald, smooth, and bright. His expression was utterly calm, his eyes as still as an ancient well, as he walked step by step toward the depths of Spirit Mountain.
He raised his head