"Jin Chan, you are back after all."
The Buddha's voice was hoarse, making the entire space tremble.
From the shadows, a figure wearing ragged monk robes stepped out. His feet were bare, and there were still scars on his ankles from being scratched by thorns while fetching Buddhist scriptures. However, there was no trace of the monk's compassion on his face, only a dead indifference. In his hand, he held a black tin staff. The nine rings on the head of the staff were engraved with densely packed runes - it was not resentment, but reluctance and awakening that had been suppressed for five hundred years.
"It's not to come back," the man raised his head, revealing a face that was no different from Xuanzang's, but his eyes were as red as a sea of blood, "it's to collect debts."
The words fell and the tin staff swept across.
The Tathagata's golden body suddenly shattered into pieces and turned into golden powder all over the sky.
From now on, there will be no Buddha in the Three Realms.
