"Let us return to the real world!" Looking at Uncle Ming, who had become as murderous as a horrible Buddha statue after being imbued with his power, A'Deliberation couldn't help but take a few cold breaths. With a swish, the illusion of the waterfalls around him disappeared with the sound. In the twinkling of an eye, the two had returned to the sky above the Mountain-shaking Lake under the rain and back to the dark and gloomy Totem Snake Pillar. The boundless rain covered them into the fog of the rain curtain.
With a swish, Uncle Ming, in his terrifying golden armor, had turned golden. His three-faced, six-hands were like golden statues made of gold. He waved the chilling six Vajra Divine Swords and they fell on the top of a snake pillar. Golden, glittering peacock wings were on his back,
