The light descended to the ground, bringing heavenly colors and divine illumination, creating peace between heaven and earth.
A young monk stood at the center, enveloped in a holy radiance, with Buddha Light seemingly dancing in his eyes, emitting sacred Taoist sounds.
The creatures of the city, upon seeing his radiance from afar, felt an urge to prostrate themselves.
"What being is that?"
"Most likely an Immortal."
"Then he must know our benefactor."
The crowd spoke, influenced by the monk's aura of peace.
Ahead, Sun Wukong furrowed his brows, finding the monk in front very familiar.
It wasn't just him; Immortal Zhenyuan also very familiar.
"Elder Jin Chan."
Immortal Zhenyuan's eyes almost fell out: "How come you are here?"
The monk standing before them bore an appearance identical to Jin Chanzi.
"Amitabha."
However, the monk clasped his hands together and said: "This poor monk is not Jin Chanzi."
"Indeed, you are not."
Sun Wukong said.
