In White Elephant City, an old woman with a withered face was already on her last legs when she suddenly rose from her bed as though in a final flare of vitality, and her body exploded.
The filial children and dutiful grandchildren gathered around waiting for her last breath were too terrified to speak.
Pu Cong stepped out of the flesh and blood, looking toward the outskirts of the city with lingering fear on his face.
These days, nothing seemed peaceful. First, two cultivators from the Azure Cloud Sect, one big and one small, had kicked him around like a ball. Today, someone else had come to collect a debt from the Great Wisdom King.
If the Great Wisdom King won't give it to you, why the fuck are you chopping off my head?
Recalling how that purple-robed cultivator had raised his blade and brought it down, sending his head tumbling to the ground, Pu Cong felt an ache in his neck.
Fortunately, however, he was an undying, indestructible existence within this Buddha Kingdom.
At that thought, Pu Cong stiffened involuntarily. Looking out the window at the golden formation that covered almost all of White Elephant City, he suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears.
Your Highness, Great Wisdom King, please don't fight that cultivator. If that golden formation in the sky comes crashing down...
All of White Elephant City will probably be reduced to dust and ashes!
Then even my undying, indestructible self will truly be beyond saving!
Once this is over, I have to plead with His Highness the Great Wisdom King to move my Buddha Kingdom somewhere else.
Otherwise, whenever someone comes from the east, I'll always be the first to take a beating!
As Pu Cong pondered this, a trembling question reached his ears. "Mother,