The Plot Ahead of Schedule

"You said you wanted to bring your wife over for a visit?" Su Lin had just cleared Guangyuan's current negative conditions and was about to try another true form, experimenting with different proportions of its components. "Of course that's fine. You don't even need to ask me about something like that. You're much more decisive than Xiao Huowang."

The water reflected the sky like a mirror, while the bright moon scattered its pale light evenly across it.

The evening breeze was cool, spiritual flowers bloomed, and Dao Resonance drifted through the air. Apart from the waterfall, flowing water, and chirping insects, there was no other sound.

A young Daoist with snow-white hair held a fly whisk, a longsword at his waist. He hovered three inches above the lake, his pure-white robes untouched by worldly dust.

It should have been a tranquil scene brimming with immortal grace...

If not for the Cross, and Blackhand Guangyuan bound to it, newly returned from his bizarre state to normal.

"K-kill me..."

"I should've kept that Supreme from the Immortal Palace. Come on, repeat after me: A-mi-ta-bha."

Buddha's light shone everywhere, and Sanskrit chanting curled through the air. Countless bronze eyes grew across Blackhand Guangyuan's body, each bearing a golden Ten-Thousand Character Seal.

"Amitabha..."

"So I really can deliberately increase the proportion of different powers. It feels like I'm preaching the Dao, but ordinary living beings can't withstand it..."

[Hong Zhong: Didn't you want to ruin Dice Boss's plan? Take Mr. Light to Great Liang and the White Jade Capital! Once he goes there to spread his teachings, won't that settle it!?

Zhuge Yuan: Brother Li, think twice before you act.

Monk: Is that Buddha?]

Li Huowang felt he had come at the wrong time. Things here were far too uncanny. For Suìsuì and Miaomiao's