"What is your name?" Wang Hao asked.
A vast Domain, filled with boundless space and time and permeated by Black Fog, appeared before the monk's eyes.
"Your disciple comes from the Golden Ksitigarbha Tower on Jiuhua Mountain. My dharma name is Qiu Yuan. Greetings to… the Buddha."
In that infinite space and time, the monk felt delirious, his consciousness blurred as he brought his hands together in prayer and bowed toward the direction of the sun.
Being oddly called "Buddha," Wang Hao was indifferent. It was just a title after all.
In a Dream, encountering Buddhas, Great Emperors, or other peculiar and bizarre titles was nothing out of the ordinary.
He cut to the chase, "Monk, why are you so destitute? Your limbs have been amputated, your features stripped away. Did you commit some unforgivable atrocities?"
"By no means, there is a cause for this matter. It was… of my own volition."
"Of your own volition? If you sought death with all your heart, why endure such suffering?"
