More than ten hours later, Mo Ling and the Yun Tian Sect elders arrived at Jin Hong Temple.
Jin Hong Temple lay in the heart of the Li Tian Domain, nestled within a valley where towering pagodas rose into the sky.
The entire valley was filled with enormous Buddha statues, gleaming brilliantly and shining with radiant splendor.
The clear, resounding Myriad Buddha's Sound drifted out from the valley, spreading into the endless distance.
This Myriad Buddha's Sound was immensely infectious. It could cleanse one's soul and bring about a miraculous elevation from the inside out.
Within hundreds of thousands of miles around Jin Hong Temple, countless living beings were either worshipping from afar or listening intently.
In short, throughout this region, Jin Hong Temple was the supreme existence.
Whoosh!
Mo Ling and his group flew directly toward the skies above Jin Hong Temple.
However, when they were still dozens of miles away from Jin Hong Temple, they could advance no farther. The Myriad Buddha's Sound and Myriad Buddha's Light emanating from the temple formed an invisible barrier that blocked their path.
"Who goes there?"
A booming voice rang out from Jin Hong Temple, distant and majestic.
"Mo Ling, Young Sect Master of Yun Tian Sect!"
Mo Ling announced loudly.
"Young Master Mo, please return. Forgive us for not receiving you!"
Another majestic voice came from Jin Hong Temple, clear and resonant enough to deafen the ears.
Hearing this, Mo Ling sneered inwardly. Were they looking down on him?
Very well!
He hoped the warrior monks of Jin Hong Temple could remain so arrogantly self-satisfied in a moment.
In the next instant, a figure appeared soundlessly beside Mo Ling.
No!
It was not a human figure, but merely something like a wisp of breeze, resembling a transparent shadow.
When Great Elder