"You should make your exit... Old Yang!"
The short sword was retracted, and the brilliance of the Divine Path surged. Almost immediately, all the soldiers recognized it—the ultimate source of their Power of Faith, their Divine Master had returned!
Meanwhile, on the Buddhist Temple's side, a group of Arhats dimmed without luster. Even though this was a prime opportunity to attack, not a single one dared approach.
"Exit?"
The Buddha looked at Chen Qing, his body slowly disintegrating. This time, the schemes of multiple forces converged, and Chen Qing's sword had been prepared for who-knows-how-long. Without the Space-Time Jade, he no longer had any hope of survival.
He knew, perhaps... he had truly reached the end.
Where would he go?
The Buddha's resurrection as a Spiritual Body meant Chen Qing's sword had already denied him the chance for Reincarnation.
This time... he might truly be dying.
Dead...
