Both sides were scheming secretly.
Lu Ren spoke, "How do we get out next?"
"Very simple! Let's go up first, then we'll talk!"
Hearing Lu Ren's words, Ksitigarbha suddenly perked up. As days passed, the colors in the Secret Realm became increasingly bleak, even the light dimmed by several degrees.
After taking a final glance at Subodhi's shattered, collapsed, and motionless body, Lu Ren turned and left.
If he managed to resurrect by brushing up Skill Level in my own mind, then Lu Ren would be truly speechless.
Returning to the surface of the Secret Realm, Lu Ren took in the increasingly bleak atmosphere, the whole scene exuding a sense of despair and desolation, and couldn't help but ask, "Is there really no treasure here?"
"Actually, there is." Ksitigarbha pointed to the scripture cloth strips inside the ruined temple, whose characters had faded and eroded over time.
"These record a top-tier Buddhist fist technique, but I reckon you might not like it much."
