Mouth, nose, ears... In the end, only those golden eyes that shed tears of blood remained, with a flickering true intent inside like a flame.
The death of a true master is always the death of the heart.
At this moment... he was indeed close to death.
The endless demonic qi and pollution from the Secret Realm's essence were about to engulf him.
What would happen if his enlightenment, like that of an Arhat, became tainted and fallen?
Would he turn into an Asura who only knows slaughter, or perhaps become a newly reborn member of the Demon Race?
Or would the pure land turn into demonic land, making him a Demon Buddha?
Splatter—
It seemed to mirror his thoughts.
Like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, two red and black arms burst out from the back of the Rule Ghost's body.
Following them was a brand new body and head.
He was like a cocoon, bizarre and eerie, as if he was meant to be the vessel for something.
