Three massive figures sat cross-legged with their heads bowed, leaning against the great peak, motionless, surrounded by the aura of death, having been dead for an unknown length of time.
The first figure was burly, with three heads and six arms, one face ferocious, one laughing, one grief-stricken.
Like a wrathful Vajra in Buddhism.
All three heads had wide-open eyes, filled with unwillingness.
The first clone glanced at it, the perspectives synchronized, as if Jiang Hui himself was looking.
Jiang Hui recognized this creature, it was a rather rare Ancient Buddha.
Of course, not the kind of Ancient Buddha who achieved enlightenment through unimaginable asceticism.
But rather, it was a race named Ancient Buddha.
Its bloodline was noble, not inferior to the Supreme Bone and Double Pupils. Judging by its aura, the Immortal King's might still lingered, reaching an unprecedented level, potentially the ancestor of this race.
