"Master Ancestor, preserving your life is what matters. Do not get entangled in battle..." Ci Hui was nearby. Seeing the battle puppet act so arrogantly, the stone wall shatter, and Gu Zhen's golden body grow weak, he hurriedly cried, "What battle puppets excel at is slaughtering and fighting. We..."
"Where are we supposed to find any thought power now?!" Gu Zhen sneered. "If my thought power had not run dry, why would this old monk be in such a state? If you truly mean it, why not offer up your sarira? You spoke so well before, saying you would help this old monk obtain the Ancient Buddha Sarira. Now is precisely the time for you to lend your strength. Offer up your Bodhi Sarira! Once this old man devours it and gains more thought power, I will surely be able to kill this battle puppet with the Buddha palm!"
Ci Hui lightly bit his teeth. To his surprise, he showed no hesitation, and a resolute expression appeared on his face. Then he cried mournfully, "Master Ancestor, please understand. It is not that this disciple is unwilling to offer up his sarira, only..."
"Only what?" Gu Zhen mocked. "Only that you also want the Ancient Buddha Sarira, correct?"
"Alas..." Ci Hui sighed, retreating several steps. He raised a hand and slapped his forehead, chanting a Buddhist invocation. "Namo Amitabha Buddha..."
A flash of Buddha Light appeared above Ci Hui's head, and a human-shaped sarira flew out from his Niwan Palace. Though this sarira had a human shape, that shape was incomparably damaged. Not only was its head missing, even its limbs had vanished. Its torso was riddled with holes, no different from a honeycomb. Looking again at the fourth-grade Lotus Platform beneath the sarira, it too was broken, like tattered scraps.