"Jia Xun, did you remember what I said?"
Ku Wen asked at this moment.
"Disciple remembers, even in the face of death, I shall not forget these words."
Jia Xun took a deep breath and spoke word by word.
"Hahaha, no need to be so serious."
Master Ku Wen heard this and couldn't help but reach out to touch Jia Xun's head.
At the same time, an enormous, decaying hand slowly descended from the void onto Jia Xun's head, its surface covered with countless compassionate faces, like enlightened monks.
"Understanding..."
A majestic and solemn voice echoed by Jia Xun's ear.
At this moment, in Jia Xun's eyes, a grand, resplendent Golden Buddha was seated in the void above Buddha's Son Huan Wang, with twelve petals of lotus beneath him, resembling a mythical Buddha manifesting in reality.
He raised one hand with a vast Buddhist light, while the other hand, decayed and eerie, rested on Jia Xun's head.
