Under his gaze, the Buddha slowly opened his eyes.
"Could it be, you..."
Feng Ting's voice carried a hint of tremor.
The Buddha's appearance was dignified, his hands together, softly reciting a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha Buddha."
His voice was grand and compassionate, resounding throughout the Myriad Heavens and Realms:
"In this age, as the Six Paths perish, the ocean of karma overflows. Beings are unafraid of present sins, not cultivating future good fruits. The Jialan Pillars rot, incense extinguishes, and if this continues, the Treasure Temple will collapse, the Pure Land will wither. This is the great calamity of the Buddhist end times."
The Buddha's gaze pierced the void and fell upon Chu Zheng, carrying an understanding of cause and effect:
