The Reclining Buddha had no trace of aura, and upon close inspection, it looked like a sculpture.
It might be hard to believe that this was transformed from an innate spiritual being.
Lin Feng, however, had no doubt about it.
The Taoist Hall would not cautiously and solemnly preserve a mere sculpture like this.
Lin Feng came before the Reclining Buddha and carefully observed it.
This should be an Old Buddha with kindly brows and a compassionate gaze, exuding a certain sense of empathy for the world.
"There were Ancient Buddhas before Buddhism existed; I wonder if today's Buddhist doctrines are related to this Innate Buddha?" Lin Feng mused.
"This is..." Lin Feng was startled, noticing something peculiar.
There were several broken runes on the Reclining Buddha's forehead.
