"This old monk is Wuxin Fashi. Benefactor, please follow me."
Hua Yunfei nodded lightly and strode toward the golden ancient tower. "You are the one who wishes to see me, Master?"
Wuxin Fashi walked beside Hua Yunfei, palms pressed together, a string of prayer beads hanging from the crook of his thumb. Smiling, he said, "Yes and no."
Hua Yunfei continued, "What do you mean, yes and no?"
"You will soon know, Benefactor. There is no need to worry. Mount Sumeru invited you here this time with absolutely no intention of retaliation."
"This old monk has also severely punished Qingming, sentencing him to copy scriptures for a hundred thousand years to cleanse away his sins."
Hua Yunfei nodded lightly.
Upon entering the golden ancient tower, he found a colossal Buddha statue directly opposite the entrance. Its treasure-like countenance was solemn and dignified, prayer beads in hand, radiating an intense power of vows.
Two more bodhisattvas stood on either side of the statue, each holding a sacred artifact, their expressions kind and benevolent.
Following Wuxin Fashi, Hua Yunfei climbed the stairs and ascended the ancient tower layer by layer.
With their cultivation, they could have reached the top in a single step. However, Buddhist Realm cultivators were extremely wary of taking shortcuts and emphasized keeping their feet firmly on the ground, so ascending the tower required one step for every stair.
Every floor of the ancient tower contained many Buddha statues, as well as many Buddhist cultivators chanting scriptures with devout expressions and abundant vow power coursing through their bodies.
The more Hua Yunfei saw, the more alarmed he became. Only someone like him, who possessed the system, knew just how powerful these scripture-chanting Buddhist cultivators were. Not a single one had low cultivation.
Yet their displayed cultivation levels were not