At this moment, there was neither a sight of the great Buddha nor the old monk to be seen.
He even began to doubt if what he had just experienced was merely a dream!
But if this was supposed to be a dream, then everything seemed far too real!
It was at this moment that he felt a warm sensation in his hand. Raising his hand, he was shocked to discover that he was holding a sword shimmering with golden light—the very same True Words Sword!
"It's not a dream, not a dream, all of this is real!" Xiao Qiang murmured to himself. Yes, this could absolutely not be a dream, nor an illusion. He gazed at the True Words Sword in his hand, the nine large characters on the blade faintly visible, unveiling the true intent of the Buddha!
The great Buddha was real, the old monk was real, because the True Words Sword was real!
