Just as scenes from this life flashed before his eyes.
Lu Mingyuan felt a warm power supporting him, halting his rapid descent, as a Buddha's Voice sounded by his ear:
"Amitabha Buddha. The sea of suffering is boundless, yet you, Benefactor, still chose to sacrifice your life for righteousness. You are a model for the Human Race."
Lu Mingyuan struggled to open his eyes a crack and saw that a Buddha's Dharma Body, a million zhang tall, had appeared at some point in the vast void. It stood between heaven and earth, rows of divine halos arrayed behind it, glowing with a brilliant Golden Light.
It was the figure of a Buddha, with a kind and benevolent face, ancient and weathered. He wore monastic robes and had ninety-nine topknots on his head, each coiled like the winding tracks of an earthworm in mud.
He looked very familiar.
"May I ask, Seven Ancestors, can this senior still be saved?"
