Ten Thousand Buddhas (1)

When the melted dark jade statue fused into Old Qin's body, he suddenly started to scream loudly. "Wrong! Wrong! He lied to me, he lied to me!"

Then, his body actually became larger as he fused. Previously, it was the size of a palm, but now, it was the size of two palms. However, the size of the jade statue that had fused into it was clearly not enough to allow him to expand to his current size.

"Fear, fear, you're fear…

"No, I'm fear…

"No, I'm you. You're me…"

"No! I'm me, I'm me!"

Like the ravings of a mental patient, Old Qin would occasionally shout and beat his body. Finally, he slowly calmed down and suddenly fell to the ground. "I understand, I understand…"

"What do you understand?!"

Lin Yan grabbed Old Qin.

Old Qin smiled bitterly. "Brother, I know who I am. I'm not the emperor of Ancient Fan Nation! Or rather, I'm just a part of him."