Even so, the monk's eyes remained bright as ever. He pressed his palms together and chanted in a voice devoid of sorrow or joy: "Namo Amitabha, may all beings be free from suffering and find happiness!"
With these words,
a hint of liberation appeared on his face. He nodded slightly at Xue An, and then his form shattered with a boom, transforming into countless beams of golden light that merged into the iron pillar beneath him.
Xue An watched quietly, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.
Regardless of time or place, those who are willing to sacrifice everything, even their own lives, for their faith are worthy of respect.
Everything returned to tranquility once more.
Instead of heading towards the temples in the firmament, Xue An soared into the sky and flew towards the distant horizon.
This desert was so vast that even with Xue An's speed, it took a full quarter of an hour before he saw any change in the scenery.
Suddenly!
A small town appeared in the distance.
