The black lotus hanging high in the sky exudes an expansive sense of tranquility, soothing the agitation of all who behold it. Its petals, like carved crystal, interlock, resembling a black jade bowl cradling the moon—
The Land of Shenxiao had never before seen sun and moon.
Yet now, it does.
Black Buddha Light cascades down like a waterfall, ensuring that wind and rain cannot penetrate, protecting the devout believers of the world.
At this moment, Shujia Lan also bursts forth with all his might, attempting to escape the crisis of annihilation.
But since Yang Yu, ranked fifth on the Heavenly List of new kings, has made his move and rung the Knowledge and Hearing Bell, how can he let Shujia Lan escape so easily?
Left hand forms the Treasure Vase Mudra, right hand the Lion Seal.
With benevolent eyes and a kind face, he opens his mouth: "Dang!"
Like a mischievous child, a naive infant, mimicking the sound of a bell ringing.
The connection in the void has already been perceived.
