Jun Zhaoying thought for a moment. "That's right. What, do you want to join Yonglu Mountain too?"
Bushi had no strength left. The explosion of immense power swallowed every sound around him, and blood spurted from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He could no longer hear a thing, but he could not collapse.
Not yet. He had to live long enough to see his enemies fall.
Bushi forced his eyes open, just as his young self had struggled to open them after being frozen. Back then, he had thought a beautiful world awaited him. Now he knew for certain that the world was not beautiful, but—
What lay before him was, without a doubt, exactly what he wanted to see.
"Amitabha."
Bushi found that the blood obscuring his sight had vanished. When he raised his head, he saw the last of Si Ying's power reaping his enemies' lives. That power had never belonged to him. Now it had fulfilled its final purpose.
"I know why she sealed all her remaining power inside me. First, she knew she could never advance again. Second, she feared I might be born without a Spiritual Root, like her, and have to begin Divine Cultivation from scratch."
"But I was luckier than her. I have a Spiritual Root."
He had not only a Spiritual Root, but also a Buddhist Heart that seemed utterly at odds with him. Bushi had never believed he possessed a Buddha's nature, but his grandmaster and master both thought he did, so he had let them think as they pleased.
"So go ahead and die. This humble monk won't chant you on to your next lives."
Jun Zhaoying: ...Young as he was, he had his principles.
Drenched in blood, Bushi barely managed to sit upright. Only after he watched the