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"Hello, my name is Bao Bao. I am a part of the great god who has come to save you—and I have arrived to guide you people trapped in darkness."

"Come, poor child, recite with me: Merciful Father, I have fallen into a land where sin cannot be seen. Please forgive me..."

A plump seal as round as a sesame dumpling had a pair of white feathered wings behind its neck, each no larger than a chicken wing and wildly disproportionate to its body.

The white flower atop its head gleamed like a fluorescent lamp, radiating rings of white light that illuminated this dark world.

Before Bao Bao floated a black-covered book inlaid with golden threads. Warm, faint golden light streamed from it toward a prisoner whose body was bound by black threads, his face gaunt and twisted.

"Merciful Father...?"

The prisoner tormented by pain murmured softly.

Along with the faint golden light flowing into his body came boundless gentleness, compassion, and great love—the grand wish to save all beings from the Sea of Bitterness.

"...Buddha Ancestor?!"

Within the information carried by that golden light, he clearly saw a compassionate monk with a sixteen-foot golden body. It was precisely the image of the Buddha Ancestor from the True World!

The black threads wrapped around his hands and feet gradually melted away. Freed from the ceaseless torment that had assailed him day and night, the prisoner returned to his original form.

The young man dressed in ancient robes raised his head, revealing a handsome, otherworldly face. In immense shock, he murmured:

"Transcendence, Semi-Transcendence... So that's how it is. From the Other Shore to the Dao Fruit Realm is not a single step. There is still an enormous gap in between."

"This Dark World I am in must be a place of