The nine poisons finally took effect, and Lin Tian finally appeared. This time, he was the youthful Vine Dao Venerable-the very Vine Dao Venerable who had been at Spirit Mountain.
"It's you! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Bodhisattva Mahāsthāmaprāpta had seen Lin Tian before. The moment he saw him, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He stumbled backward, step after step, then struck the wall and slumped to the floor, his face filled with terror and despair.
"Impossible! You're already dead! You're my nightmare! You can't possibly be here!"
Guanyin Bodhisattva's magic power and Primordial Spirit were sealed, yet she kept forming hand seals and gesturing, shaking her head with her hair hanging loose like a madwoman.
Lin Tian smiled faintly. "Back in the Wuji Kingdom, didn't I tell you that terrible luck was coming your way?"
"Ah! No! How could this happen... You really are the Vine Dao Venerable..."
At those words, Guanyin broke down completely and fell heavily to the ground.
So the Jiejiao Leader who called himself the Vine Dao Venerable really was the Vine Dao Venerable.
"Stop playing dead. Get up. I don't want to kill you. If I did, you'd have died long ago."
Lin Tian gave her a kick.
"Remove Red Boy's Tight-Fillet Ring right now. I'll spare your life and won't lay a hand on you."
Guanyin immediately scrambled up, pressing her red lips tightly together, her eyes brimming with resentment.
"Do you mean that?"
"I swear, as long as you remove the Tight-Fillet Ring, I absolutely won't kill you or touch a single hair on your head. Otherwise, may heaven strike me dead with lightning."
Lin Tian raised his hand, gathered his magic power, and openly swore the oath.
"The Vine Dao Venerable has always kept his promises. I believe you!"
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