Whirr——
In the soundlessly spinning vortex of the Realm Sea.
Silhouettes of cultivators emerged one by one.
These cultivators appeared wooden, as if they had lost their souls, stepping straight out from the vortex in a constant stream.
Walking on the mirror-like stone floor, they made almost no sound at all.
The stone floor reflected the grand and exquisite beams of the Buddhist temple above, along with the statues of Arhats and Bodhisattvas seated high on both sides...
Until the last cultivator stepped out.
After a brief vacancy, a monk's figure also stepped out from the vortex.
Almost as soon as he emerged, the vortex behind him closed silently.
The monk's face was solemn as he looked around, then raised his hand and placed it upright before him, bowing towards the Bodhisattvas and Arhats guarding the place:
"Supreme True Buddha, Wisdom None, I greet Wisdom Void Bodhisattva, Wisdom Sea Bodhisattva, Wisdom Sound Bodhisattva... I greet all Arhats."
"Supreme True Buddha."
