The Crocodile Ancestor's True Form

On the treasure ship in the distance, it was as though Western Spirit Mountain had descended. Buddhist light blazed brilliantly as the Buddhas chanted in unison, forming a sky full of golden swastika runes that pressed down upon the ghost corpses aboard the ships. Divine radiance surged toward them like a golden tide.

Buddha's Light Illuminates All spread across heaven and earth in all ten directions. Wherever it passed, countless ghost corpses shattered into dust, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Moreover, the Buddhist light spread into several black ghost ships, confronting the Corpse Ghosts within those massive vessels.

"So many Golden-Body Arhats from the Western Desert! Are they alive or dead?"

At that moment, An Miaoyi cried out in astonishment.

A woman as pitiful as An Miaoyi had come from Miaoyu Convent. Its name alone made it clear that it was not an entirely respectable place, yet some of its most precious legacies had actually come from the Western Desert, left behind by Shakyamuni.

This was also the karmic connection between An Miaoyi and the Western Desert in the original storyline. Later, she had even chosen to become a nun, only to die and have her Dao extinguished.

To be honest, from Jiang Ming's perspective, Ye Fan was a wandering rake who could never be sure he would live to see tomorrow. He slept with one woman and forgot her, and by the time he had traveled too far and remembered her again, his beloved had already withered away like a fallen flower.

One could say that, in the original storyline, Ji Ziyue had been the only one of Ye Fan's beloved companions to survive because her family protected her, giving her a chance to become an immortal.

However, Jiang Ming had casually lent Ye Fan a hand. Now,