At this moment, the old monk approached Chu Mo and said, "Xu Du is a Buddha's child that emerges only once every ten thousand years. His realm has nothing to do with his cultivation level. If he gains enlightenment, his strength can increase immensely in an instant."
"Buddha's child?" Chu Mo heard this term for the first time.
The old monk did not elaborate, but instead looked in Xu Du's direction, murmuring softly, "Xu Du, Xu Du, impossible to retain. Since he cannot be retained, let him go."
Chu Mo noticed that even the old monk's eyes shone with a few crystalline specks, clearly not as composed as he appeared.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Far off in the sky, dark clouds billowed, and thunder rolled. A torrential downpour began to cascade from above.
Above the figure of Xu Du, however, a bright, dazzling light radiated, like a luminous ring in the rain, growing larger and larger!