The Specific Process

It was Little White Dragon Ao Lie's primordial spirit!

This primordial spirit looked remarkably "intact." Though its glow was dim and its aura weak, clearly having suffered grievous damage, it was nowhere near the miserable state everyone had imagined—its soul scattered and True Spirit annihilated by the "Pure World White Flame." Instead, it looked more like it had fallen into a deep slumber after being severely injured and had just been awakened.

The scene instantly fell into dead silence.

A pin drop could be heard.

Every expression, every divine sense, every emotion seemed to freeze at that very moment.

The Thirty Thousand Buddhas, especially Amitabha, wore extraordinarily complex expressions. Initial confusion turned to shock, then sudden realization, before finally becoming an indescribable mixture of humiliation, fury, and absurdity—as though he had swallowed ten pounds of flies!

Lin Zhu... had he revived Little White Dragon's primordial spirit long ago?! Or rather, Little White Dragon's primordial spirit had never been completely annihilated and had been hidden by him all along?!

Then all that fuss he had made earlier—"acting against Heaven," "enormous consumption," "requiring Fifty Million Merit Divine Water, Golden Light Sarira, Three Lights Divine Water, White Lotus Seed..."

And so on and so forth. He had made it sound so detailed and heartfelt, as if he were about to conduct a resurrection ritual that would shake Heaven and Earth and make ghosts weep... yet this was it? He had simply pulled him out of his pocket?!

Amitabha felt a surge of blood rush straight to his head, and even his Golden Body swayed slightly.

He felt like a complete fool! Lin Zhu had toyed with him in the palm of his hand! Those precious treasures he had handed over at such an enormous cost—Three Lights Divine Water, Golden Light Sarira, fifty million