The tree crown swayed with a rustling sound, some Qi descended from the sky, gliding through the treetops, ethereal and fluid.
In the blink of an eye, a broad, bare back figure emerged from the gathering Qi.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, facing the Bodhi tree in meditation.
"..."
Meng Chuan gazed at the figure's back, guessing it must be the Esoteric Sect's mighty Lingkong Dharma King.
Rumor has it that this great figure of the Esoteric Sect has an extraordinary form, as robust as a rock welcoming waves in the middle of a raging river.
His back bears a wheel-like pattern, a natural birthmark extending across both shoulders, resembling a dragon sprouting wings.
Meng Chuan observed the bare illusion from behind, nodding silently.
"They all match."
The figure sitting cross-legged suddenly halted, as if sensing something.
Without moving his posture, his neck clicked and twisted around.
Across eternity, the two locked eyes.
