On the Nine-leaf Buddha Lotus.
Nine monks in the Divine King Realm form hand seals, sending waves of Buddhist light down from mid-air, into the Crystal coffin where a young man in coarse clothes lies.
Of course.
These terrifying lights don't directly enter the youth, but rather the silver needles as thin as ox hair on his body.
Buzzing...
The silver needles gently vibrate, producing a humming sound, and pierce into the youth's body.
All the silver needles disappear simultaneously.
"If not now, then when will you wake!"
The hunched old monk shouted loudly.
Inside the Crystal coffin, the silent youth in coarse clothes lies, not moving a finger.
"What is going on?"
The Oracle Buddha Ancestor's face darkened.
