As the match burned, a wisp of cyan smoke gathered at the tip of the flame, gradually transforming into a Buddha statue.
The statue was like smoke and cloud, resembling an ancient Buddha cloaked and sitting cross-legged with its back toward Chen Guan, reciting scriptures.
Everyone seemingly heard the chant faintly, a sound that pierced the ears, elusive and distant, yet simultaneously close by.
At first, it sounded like the benevolent thoughts of gods, but upon closer listen, it resembled the whispers of demons.
With each sound entering the ear, it gave a sense of detachment from worldly concerns.
"Life is short; such a brief existence, and there's hardly enough time for enjoyment. Why bother doing all this? What does it matter if I succeed or fail? A thousand years later, kings and ministers are just piles of dirt..." Qin Qiu felt an unexpected enlightenment.
