A blue-green lamp, its flame no larger than a bean, swayed in the wind, bobbing and flickering, yet never dimming. It bathed the gray-green stone temple in a warm, golden glow that reached every corner, dispelling the gloom, Demonic Qi, and mist of the Nine Abysses.
Xilun and Bulan suddenly felt as though the light had pierced right through them. The darkness in their hearts slowly cleared, bringing them an unprecedented serenity—and a deep, instinctive discomfort. They squeezed their eyes shut and retreated several steps, trying to escape the lamp's radiance.
Their innate instincts were irreconcilably at odds with this state. It was like vengeful spirits and wicked ghosts encountering something utterly pure and yang: from head to toe, they felt as if they were bathing in light and on the verge of dissolving!
If not for the peace and calm filling their hearts, the two Asura would have let out shrill screams.
The man in the dark-red robe raised a hand to shield his eyes. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, when he had fought a zombie skilled in evil arts. The zombie had used a suicidal technique to summon Solar True Fire, melting away his Demonic Qi and nearly turning him into wisps of smoke.
After a brief adjustment, he narrowed his eyes and studied Meng Qi's figure, standing before the blue-green lamp. In a low voice, he asked, "Is this the Buddha who attained the Dao Fruit?"
"Yes. I once dealt with him. I could never mistake the unique feeling of a stone temple." Meng Qi spoke in a weathered tone, as though reminiscing about the past and recalling the turbulent years of his prime.
He had dealt with Buddha? Was he an incarnation of one of those few old monsters in the Nine Abysses?