"It's really him!"
Hearing Zhao Jie's voice, Wang Ba's heart tightened.
He couldn't help but carefully observe the White Eyebrow Old Monk, who was sitting cross-legged with closed eyes at the source of the glazed golden light.
This old monk wore a plain white checkered cassock, his face full and round like a moon, with an auspicious mole at the center of his brow, a head with a meat bun, ears hanging past his shoulders, benevolent and peaceful, like a reawakened Buddha, yet also as if still in a deep sleep.
Back in the Eightfold Sea, Wang Ba had heard from the monk Ci Wu that during the great flood, the only Refining Void Cultivator in Xituo Continent, Master Xinyuan, had once used his body to suppress the eye, ultimately disappearing without a trace.
Considering the location of the Truth Membrane Eye was right here, the identity of this old monk before him was naturally self-evident.
