The word 'Master' echoed loudly in Hong Tianbao's mind.
He widened his eyes and suddenly saw the World Venerate's head transform into three—one head was obscured by a mist of chaos and Dao charm, unclear;
another head was indescribably beautiful, surrounded by Buddha's Light and resonating Brahma Sound;
the last head seemed quite ordinary, yet it was deeply familiar to him.
Hong Tianbao stood frozen in place for a moment.
"Fu... Fusheng?"
"It's me."
Zhang Fusheng withdrew his Fuli Dharma Body, reverting back to the appearance of the World-Honored One Buddha, and gently waved his hand.
The Vajra Pestle above Hong Tianbao's head dissipated like smoky clouds, and the severe wounds on his body rapidly healed, making his body as pure as crystal in an instant.
In the brain's crash,
Hong Tianbao heard the beautiful one softly say:
