"It really is him!"
Hearing Zhaojie's voice, Wang Ba's heart tightened.
He could not help carefully studying the white-browed old monk seated cross-legged with his eyes closed at the source of the golden, glazed radiance.
The old monk wore a plain white, checkered kasaya. His face was like a full moon, an auspicious mole marked his brow, a fleshy protuberance crowned his head, and his earlobes hung past his shoulders. Kindly and serene, he resembled a Buddha reborn, yet also seemed to be sound asleep.
Back in the Eightfold Sea, Wang Ba had heard the monk Ciwu mention that when the Great Flood erupted, Venerable Xinyuan, the only Void Refinement cultivator on Xituo Continent, had suppressed the eye with his own body before disappearing without a trace.
Given that the True Membrane Eye was located here, the old monk's identity went without saying.
What puzzled him, however, was that if this monk really was Xinyuan, then after plugging the eye with his body, he should long since have become inseparably fused with the boundary membrane. Why could they still see him now?
Was he dead or alive?
What startled Wang Ba even more was that, here, the force pulling at his law power had grown so strong that even he needed to release his Xuanhuang Dao Domain to shut it out.
And the source of this force was none other than Venerable Xinyuan before them.
What is going on?!
Wang Ba's heart tightened slightly, but then he noticed Zhaojie's face flushing as he struggled desperately, a spherical Dao Domain of Buddhist light rising around his body.
"Master!"
Before his words had faded, Zhaojie could no longer hold on. Under the pulling force, his Buddhist-light Dao Domain rapidly distorted like a flattened egg, and a breach opened in it in an