Zhang Fusheng spoke:
"Fellow Daoist Donghuang."
"Are you interested in a transaction?"
The clear voice, supported by the void of all things, resonated unaffected in the great chaos,
piercing through the swirling vortex of distorted and frenzied colors, through the most contradictory and complex gathering point in the great chaos, crossing the boundary, colliding against the clock wall, then echoing and reflecting back.
So it reverberated over and over.
The head slightly surprised, gazing at the small pure gold Buddha statue in front, gazing at the humble soul spirit hidden within the statue.
For a long time.
A faint smile appeared on His face, He spoke with a smile:
"I wouldn't mind hearing about the transaction?"
Zhang Fusheng's eyes were bright, and he spoke in a low voice:
"I observe, Fellow Daoist Donghuang's appearance, perhaps your true body is shattered, suppressed or hidden in various places."
