"Amitabha Buddha..."
The resonant chant of the Buddhist Sect echoed, deafening Li Mo.
Traces of the past were evident everywhere at the port—unchanging exhaust fumes, dazzlingly bright lights, the crowded and chaotic throngs of people...
Yet, at the same time, indescribable changes had taken place within the port.
A towering metal Buddha figure, standing four or five hundred meters tall, loomed over the port's peak. Its limbs suspended, it posed with a single flower-picking gesture, its compassionate visage gazing down upon all beings.
What shocked Li Mo the most was that the metal Buddha exuded an undeniable aura unique to Artifact Cultivation. Within its hollow abdomen, a faintly visible melting furnace materialized.
The face of the metal Buddha felt vaguely familiar.
"Fire Flame True Monarch from Burning Sand Land's Nascent Soul Great Power?"
