Fengling's skin, in this golden light, seemed to be coated with a layer of gold paint.
Layer upon layer, piece by piece, soon she was marked with the golden curse seal of the Buddhist Sect.
Finally, the golden light dissipated. She sat cross-legged in the hall, her golden skin resembling a sculpture of gold.
The Little Kirin was dumbfounded, staring blankly at his father.
Long Fei furrowed his brows slightly, thinking this Buddhist Secret Technique indeed has its wonders, able to imprint a lifetime's cultivation directly onto another person.
It's like the Daoist's profound skills, passing a move to someone else.
Fengling's brows were tightly knit, as if she had undergone a baptism, uttering an "Amitabha" after.
All the golden marks on her body vanished, sinking beneath her skin.
The old Monk clasped his hands and said, "Congratulations to Master for attaining the Golden Body Arhat Fruit."
