All the people were in indescribable grief.

The skull of the Golden Buddha had been shattered by a palm strike from the Dragon King's Envoy.

Even a Daluo Golden Immortal couldn't save him now.

After a long time, the Golden Buddha finally opened his eyes from his coma.

Despite such a severe injury, the eyes of the Golden Buddha remained clear and bright.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping across the faces of Three Swords, Qiu Yidao, Yan Wuxin, Meng Po, and others.

The Golden Buddha sighed softly, "Help me up."

Three Swords helped the Golden Buddha up, letting him sit cross-legged on the deck.

The Golden Buddha looked out to the sea beyond Tianhai, his voice calm.

"In this lifetime, I have had the fortune to know all my brothers for so many years, and it is about enough."

His voice was filled with apology.

"It is just that this time, due to my own selfishness, I have brought harm to all my brothers."

As he spoke, his form began to wobble.

Meng Po, behind him, supported his shoulders.

The voice of the Golden Buddha was filled with concern.

"Under the Dragon King, each of the Twelve Dragon Envoys thinks of themselves as divine, especially Huang Shimin, the White Dragon Envoy."

"This time, you've severely injured him, and based on his character, he will certainly come back for revenge."

"In the Mortal World, to die at the hands of another is nothing extraordinary."

"But the White Dragon Envoy is arrogant and petty; if you fall into his hands, you would prefer death to the suffering."

Seeing that the Golden Buddha, even at death's door, was still considering his brothers' welfare,

Three Swords couldn't help but shed tears.

"Buddha Lord, stop talking, everything will be alright."

"Stay alive and watch how I kill the White Dragon Envoy to avenge you."

The Golden Buddha sighed weakly.

"Avenge? Easier said than done?"

"Even if the White Dragon Envoy is killed, there are eleven other Dragon Envoys, The Two Immortals of the Imperial Purple Forbidden, and finally, Lord Dragon King..."

As he said this, he began to cough violently.

Meng Po soothed his chest to help him breathe.

Finally, the Golden Buddha managed to stop coughing.

"I secretly kept what Lord Dragon King wanted, and our lineage has become rebellious because of it."

"Even if you send back the Nine Extremes now, they still won't spare you."

"Hmph, so, we should just let Lord Dragon King massacre us?"

Three Swords snorted heavily.

"Huaxia is a country of laws; I don't believe they would dare to kill people so brazenly."

The Golden Buddha sighed again: "Of course, they wouldn't do that."

"But when has murder in the Underworld ever been done openly?"

"With your current strength, you can't avoid their assassinations."

As he spoke, the eyes of the Golden Buddha began to sparkle.

"However, heaven never seals off all exits."

"We might be unable to contend with the Dragon King, but that doesn't mean there are no others who can."

Three Swords, Yan Wuxin, and Qiu Yidao all looked at each other.

Three Swords asked, "Who is this person?"

A faint smile appeared on the lips of the Golden Buddha.

"I think Yang Fei can help you."

"What, Yang Fei?"

"How could that be possible!"

...

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Three Swords, looked incredulously at the Golden Buddha.

Almost at the same instant, they all exclaimed:

From the perspective of Three Swords and the others, although Yang Fei had amazing talent and had defeated the Golden Buddha,

The Golden Buddha was no match for the Dragon King.

He could never possibly, fight against the Dragon God of legend.

In Golden Buddha's eyes, a warmth emerged.

"In this lifetime, I've seen countless formidable individuals."

"But to be honest, there are almost none that I truly respect."

"However, Yang Fei is an exception."

"His Martial Arts may not be the highest right now."

"But his breadth of mind and insight, as well as his understanding of the greater picture regarding home, country, and the world, are convincing."

As he spoke, Golden Buddha's voice became even weaker.

"I always thought that murderers and arsonists get gold belts, while good deeds like repairing bridges and roads leave no remains."

"This world is one of survival of the fittest, where good people don't get rewarded."

"Since childhood, I was abandoned by heartless parents, bullied by older kids in the orphanage."

"Later, when I became a novice monk in Fanlin Temple, I was also beaten and humiliated by fellow disciples."

"At that time, this world was always filled with malice towards me."

"Later, by a stroke of luck, I learned Martial Arts Skills, and was cultivated by Lord Dragon King, becoming the ruler of the Shan Province Underground World."

"I found out that the world suddenly became beautiful, everyone fawned over me, all smiling at me. They clung to me flattering me like fawning dogs."

"Therefore, I didn't want to be a good person, even when kneeling before the great Buddha, my heart harbored malice."

"I thought that the so-called karmic retribution by the Bodhisattva was nothing but the prayers of the weak."

"These thoughts, after meeting Yang Fei, gradually changed."

"He is the kind of person I've always wanted to be, but could never become."

"His actions aren't always fair and honorable, but I can feel a sense of righteousness within him."

"I think, maybe he can lead you all into the sunlight, to live upright and proud."

Listening to Golden Buddha, Three Swords and the others remained silent.

"But how can he possibly confront Lord Dragon King?"

"In legend, Lord Dragon King's Realm has reached that of Immortals and Buddha, simply impossible for mortals to contend with."

Yan Wuxin said worriedly, and the others nodded in agreement.

Golden Buddha coughed twice and gave a faint smile.

"Immortals and Buddha are merely baseless talk."

"Aren't I also called Golden Buddha? Yet I too am made of flesh and blood, and I can die or be injured."

As he said this, his eyes began to radiate an unusual brilliance.

"In the battle on the High Seas, I could feel that the Martial Arts Skills Yang Fei cultivated have a broad future. I've reached my end, while he is just beginning."

"If you follow him and continue to cultivate Martial Arts, perhaps you too can achieve the mystical and profound Realm mentioned in the legends."

Three Swords and the others nodded silently.

Everyone saw the radiance on Golden Buddha's face, his spirit soaring, realizing that he was having a final resurgence of energy, with death imminent.

Everyone's hearts were filled with sorrow, Meng Po's eyes even brimming with tears.

"Buddha Lord, is there anything else you want to say?"

Three Swords and Meng Po supported Golden Buddha, waiting for him to give his last words.

Golden Buddha's eyes suddenly flashed with a gentle softness.

His gaze was exceptionally bright.

"In this life, I've only loved one woman, and that is Lady Sun from the Sun Family."

"More than thirty years ago, when I was just a child and she had just gotten married, she came to the orphanage to do good deeds."

"She held my hand and told me that I would surely become a great man."

"She could not have imagined that, because of that sentence, I went through hardships and became the well-known Golden Buddha."

"Also because of that sentence, after achieving Martial Arts Mastery, I protected the Sun Family for over a decade, securing half her life's peace."

Three Swords and Meng Po exchanged glances.

Meng Po's tears flowed freely: "Buddha Lord, do you mean…"

Golden Buddha's bright eyes began to dim.

He used all his strength, his voice hoarse.

"Tell Yang Fei to find Lady Sun and retrieve the Nine Extremes from her."

"Then let the Sun Family go, tell them to move away immediately."

"Just say, Golden Buddha asks... him. Please ensure the safety of the Sun Family lineage as they leave..."

With those words, Golden Buddha could no longer hold on and collapsed into Meng Po's arms.

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