Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Bodhi Heartwood and the axe rged seamlessly, and the patterns on the axe erupted with bursts of light.
Images flooded into his mind one after another: a majestic Buddha with kind eyes and benevolent expression, a rugged Monk standing resolutely, a fair-skinned Monk holding his own severed head, a young samanera with lowered brows and closed eyes, clutching a string of prayer beads.
These scenes played out in his mind until he saw his own figure standing on an ancient battlefield.
As he absorbed these images, the stone axe suddenly flew out of his hand, heading towards the giant.
“Hey! ”
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