Since he was twelve, Xie Tian hadn't slept so comfortably.
He felt as if he had ascended, ascended to a paradise free of worries and sorrows, devoid of slaughter and scheming, filled only with soothing tranquility and intoxicating peace.
He thought, this must be paradise.
Yet upon thinking of paradise, he was jolted awake from his dream.
Because those four words exist only in Buddhist scriptures.
Buddhist scriptures belong to the path of the Buddha.
And between him and the bald monks, there's still a debt to settle.
His blood-red eyes, once open, struggled to adapt to the blinding white light of the post-apocalyptic scene, causing them to squint slightly.
As he squinted, a chaotic noise erupted all around.
Xie Tian looked up to find countless scarlet Rakshasas falling before him, retreating in terror and struggle.
"Haha, just one blink from you and the Rakshasas are on their knees!"
"Master Wu Shang, you're awake too?"
