As time passed.
News of Mo Xuan's defeat spread swiftly.
As one of the three overlord-level forces in the Northern Sky Domain, Spirit Prison Mountain's importance went without saying.
Mo Xuan, in particular, was a peerless prodigy capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Holy Son Zhang Chen.
In terms of strength alone, he was enough to squeeze into the top five among the younger generation.
Yet he had actually been defeated by such an obscure nobody.
As a result, Mo Ming's name suddenly rang throughout the entire Northern Sky Domain.
Even the other great Sky Domains had heard of it.
Western Sky Domain, Cloud Thunder Temple.
Deep within towering, unbroken mountain ranges, golden Buddhist halls lay scattered across the ridges like stars, layered and staggered in a spectacle beyond measure.
From time to time, Buddhist light shimmered and flowed like five-colored glass, as though Buddhist Chants faintly echoed within it.
Clouds and mist draped the area like gauze.
These were not ordinary mortal vapors, but World's Vital Energy and spirituality so dense they had taken tangible form, making the place resemble a Buddhist Pure Land.
Within a Buddhist hall near the heart of the mountains, numerous statues of Golden Arhats stood solemnly along both sides. Some formed Buddhist seals with their hands, some held precious pagodas aloft, each in a different pose.
Some wore gentle smiles, warm as spring.
Some bore sorrow in their brows and eyes, pitying all living beings.
Others glared with wide, wrathful eyes, imposing and solemn.
All manner of expressions gathered within the same hall, filling it with a holy aura that calmed the heart.
The passing monks around it all looked into the hall with utmost reverence.
For this was the residence of the Buddha's Child, one born with a Buddha body.
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