In particular, in Guzhen's heart, that Heavenly Dragon had accompanied Manjushri Bodhisattva's sarira within the Changsheng Lamp for over a hundred thousand years. The subtle influence between it and the sarira ran exceedingly deep. Guzhen did not believe there could be anything improper about the Heavenly Dragon. If there were, how could the Ancient Buddha Sarira have allowed it to survive until now? The only thing that made Guzhen feel uneasy was the immortal artifact of the Profound Water Palace, but upon further thought, that immortal artifact concerned his own sarira and had nothing to do with the Heavenly Dragon. Taking ten thousand steps back, the Heavenly Dragon was something suppressed by an immortal artifact, but that artifact was also a Daoist immortal artifact, while the Heavenly Dragon was a Heavenly Dragon of the Buddhist Kingdom! If he took away the immortal artifact and released the Heavenly Dragon, would that not be a tremendous merit?
Thinking this, Guzhen, who had never held the slightest favorable impression of the Daoist sect, erased even the last trace of it. He raised both hands into the air as though stretching lazily, then shook himself awake and hurried down the stairs. Before his eyes, he seemed already to see himself attaining fruition a hundred thousand years later, condensed into the Ancient Buddha Sarira.
He did not know how many steps he had descended when, just as he turned a corner, an arched bridge appeared ahead. Beneath it, streams of incomparably pure water-elemental Primordial Qi had condensed into liquid and flowed past. The other end of the small bridge was hidden within a blue halo. Guzhen's naked eyes could not see through it, and even his Buddhist Sense could not leave his body here. Still, Guzhen understood that the true Profound Water Palace must lie