"Let's go~" Han Zhu urged his body forward, shooting into the Buddhist light. "You only need to release your thought power, and the Buddhist light will guide you into paradise!"
Thank goodness! Xiao Hua followed behind Han Zhu, secretly counting himself fortunate as he released an exceedingly faint trace of thought power. Han Zhu had been watching Xiao Hua. Seeing that Xiao Hua's thought power was extremely weak but did exist, he was somewhat surprised. After all, only a few days had passed. Han Zhu had never expected Xiao Hua to develop thought power so quickly.
"Clang, clang, clang..." Faint, rhythmical knocking sounded in his ears. White lotuses surged from the Buddhist light, shielding Xiao Hua all around. Then a gentle yet tenacious pulling force arose, truly like a pair of hands taking hold of Xiao Hua's body and lightly drawing him into the Buddhist light.
The same faint scent of sandalwood entered his nose and mouth. Streams of light streaked past Xiao Hua's eyes. Within those lights were thousands upon thousands of Buddhist Venerables, thousands upon thousands of mountains and rivers, and thousands upon thousands of faithful believers, as though countless spaces were flickering before his eyes.
"Three Thousand Great Worlds?!" Xiao Hua suddenly gained an insight.
There seemed to be some restriction within the Buddhist Sect ruins. Xiao Hua landed at the very bottom of the basin, at the foot of a flight of stairs. At the top of those stairs stood a Buddha niche resembling a white pagoda.
The base of the Buddha niche was square, its four sides carved with Buddha images. Each image faced a different direction, as though watching over the four corners of the mortal world. Its top was oval, like an egg nestled upon it. The top of the stairs lay beneath