All who cultivated Buddhism under heaven, even the ascetic monks wandering the four corners, stopped what they were doing, sat cross-legged on the ground, and gazed toward Return to Origin Temple.
They faintly heard the sound of Buddhist Dharma drifting down from the horizon.
Endless profound mysteries of Buddhist Dharma flowed into their hearts.
Within Return to Origin Temple, the Buddhist Dharma around Buddha Lord grew ever stronger, while his aura of life grew ever weaker.
Jingyi's expression became increasingly grave, because he could not see through what was happening to Buddha Lord.
Clearly, Buddha Lord's Buddhist Dharma was growing more powerful. Why did he look as though he was about to die?
What was going on?
Suddenly, Buddha Lord's life aura vanished completely. He had died!
Jingyi was struck dumb with horror. Their Buddha Lord had actually died?
How could that be possible?
He hurried forward, trying to find a way to save him.
"Foolish child, your eyes see only outward form!"
Buddha Lord's body no longer possessed any life aura, yet his voice came from all directions.
All at once, a Buddha Lord walked out from that dead body.
The one who had just spoken was that Buddha Lord who had walked out.
Jingyi stared at the sight before him, utterly bewildered.
Two Buddha Lords.
One dead Buddha Lord and one living Buddha Lord—which one was real?
At that moment, people across the world seemed to see an enormous figure, hundreds of millions of zhang tall, standing in the west.
In that instant, everyone felt as though boundless wisdom had sprung from the depths of their hearts, granting them complete clarity.
Countless monks throughout the world smiled with their eyes and brows as they gazed up at that gigantic figure.
Inside Return to Origin Temple, Jingyi stood stunned