The illusion shattered with a loud crash, and by the time Yang Xiao regained his senses, he was back in the familiar room. Fu Qingzhu, the girl, and Black Sunglasses were each clutching their chests, slumped on the ground, their expressions of lingering fear indicating that they had encountered the same terrifying event.
"That was... that was close," Fu Qingzhu tried to get up, but after several attempts, he couldn't manage it. His legs were weak. The overwhelming presence of the Great Black Bodhisattva, looking down on all beings, had almost crushed his soul. That being was not of this plane of existence.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Black Sunglasses was breathing heavily. "It was the Great Black Buddha Mother, it had to be! How... how did we escape?"
Once calmed down, they all realized something: the chanting outside the door had disappeared at some point, the corridor eerily silent.