Following beside Amitabha Buddha with Xiaohuo'Er in tow, Lu Xuan had no idea how long they had been walking. Here, time itself was meaningless.
After all, this place was Above the Years.
Finally, just as Lu Xuan was about to lose his footing and fall back into the River of Time,
the scene before him suddenly changed. An ancient chessboard was placed in the middle of the Chaos, surrounded by six Great Dao Meditation Mats, dim and indistinct within the swirling void.
"Fellow Daoist, please."
Amitabha Buddha gestured toward one of the Great Dao Meditation Mats.
Lu Xuan's expression was calm as he gave a slight nod.
Although his own power was nearly depleted—and Profound Clarity, Profound Yellow, and Nine Nether, who were desperately supplying him with Essence, Qi, and Spirit from within the Years, were almost exhausted—he still appeared outwardly serene. He strolled casually to the mat and, under Amitabha Buddha's gaze, slowly sat down.
