Thousands of stone statues of strange beasts hung suspended in the air.
Some spread their wings as if about to fly, others bared their fangs as if ready to pounce.
Yet the eyes that should have been frozen in those statues were alive with spirit, all carrying an air of compassion.
They guarded Ksitigarbha at the center, as though worshipping the Buddha!
These things were fragments of a Dao body that a Transcendent had painstakingly remade to descend into the world; they were Mountain Sea beasts Huang Weizhen had molded and transformed, and Heavenly Sea stones that Ksitigarbha had assimilated through the Celestial Path.
They were those stones Jiang Wang had been unable to avoid while roaming the deep sea of the Celestial Path!
What sort of being was this? It was as though he held the Heavenly Sea cupped in his palm! If the Sinless Celestial Being gained freedom, could he display such power in the deep sea of the Celestial Path?
Jiang Wang stood beside Zuo Xiao with sword in hand, like a fiercely loyal bodyguard beside an old marshal. The blazing banner of flame illuminated their uneven moods.
"So this is really... over now, right?" Xu San, who had witnessed it all, could not help murmuring.
Ksitigarbha turned his head and glanced at him. "Do you believe it?"
That look startled Xu San so badly he nearly jumped. But recalling the scattered words Huang Weizhen had spoken—"One Truth Sect," "Tianjing City," "suppressed"—he, as a man of the Jing Kingdom, could not retreat.
He steadied himself, making no attempt to conceal his tension or vigilance. "What do you mean?"
"If you believe it, he can vanish into hiding. Indeed, the more people hear this story, the more people believe he is dead, the more impossible he becomes to