After flying for a while, Su Mo spotted a small town. Seeing its condition, a faint gleam flashed through his eyes.
The town was not large, spanning only a little over ten miles and housing no more than several tens of thousands of people. It looked like an ordinary human settlement, and the people within were extremely weak in cultivation; the strongest among them was merely a Martial King.
However, in the courtyards of nearly every household in the town stood an enormous golden Buddha statue.
Moreover, most of the townspeople were chanting sutras and praying to Buddha with devout expressions. Countless mysterious powers drifted out from the town, gathering toward the distant horizon ahead.
"What sort of power is this?"
Su Mo was deeply puzzled, but he did not stop in the town and continued flying.
He passed town after town and city after city, and the scenes he saw were much the same.
The vast majority of people in this region, though not dressed as monks, chanted sutras and worshipped Buddha, forming a vast tide of mysterious power that converged in the same direction.
"Could it be Mount Sumeru Spiritual Mountain?" Su Mo secretly guessed that these mysterious powers might all be flowing toward Mount Sumeru Spiritual Mountain.
However, he did not investigate further. This had nothing to do with him.
Before long, a monk appeared ahead of him. The man looked around sixty and wore blue-and-white kasaya robes. Buddha light suffused his body, marking him clearly as an eminent monk.
Su Mo sized him up. The monk's cultivation was at the seventh level of the Martial Venerable realm, which was fairly formidable.
Whoosh!
He immediately accelerated, flew straight toward the monk, and blocked his path.
"Amitabha. May I ask why this young friend has stopped this poor