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Northern Zhou, Everjoy City.

Inside a rather spacious hall somewhere in the city, the place was packed with people. Many plainly dressed men and women knelt on the floor.

From their attire and bearing, it was easy to tell that they were either ordinary people who could not afford the expenses of martial training, or lowly members of the martial world who knew only a little superficial kung fu.

At the very front of the crowd stood an altar, upon which sat a statue on a white lotus throne. It had a young and beautiful face, filled with compassion.

"Life is a prison, and all beings suffer. Reincarnation never ends, and troubles never cease. Pity us mortals, for a god has descended—Wusheng Laomu, Pure Land of Emptiness!"

The scripture was ethereal. Devout expressions immediately appeared on the faces of those below, and they rejoiced that several more brothers and sisters had joined the faith.

In an ordinary world, this scene would undoubtedly have been a cult gathering.

But the True World was different. Wusheng Laomu was a major figure of the Other Shore, and the Pure Land of Emptiness was not some illusory fraud.

Believe in Wusheng Laomu and the Pure Land of Emptiness, and illness would vanish while one's lifespan would be extended.

It was, in fact, quite a practical and scientific Church.

Faith was rewarded, making it far more sincere than Earth's religions that collected incense money and did nothing.

"Wusheng Laomu..."

In a room at the side of the hall stood an exquisitely delicate young woman in a white dress. Her picturesque features bore a seventy-percent resemblance to the statue upon the altar.

Listening to the believers devoutly chant Wusheng Laomu's name, Gu Sang smiled faintly, dimples appearing on her cheeks as she perfectly played the role