“This guy sure knows how to play.”0

Ye Qing’s mouth twitched uncontrollably as he stared at the Buddhas in the sky, all of them sporting Yi Pin’s appearance.0

He knew that Yi Pin was doing this to inform him about his location, but to paint himself as a Buddha? Wasn’t he afraid that the real thing would descend from the heavens and rip out his heretical skull?2

“But when did the old man obtain such a powerful Buddhist treasure? He’s as good at hiding his treasures as ever!”0

Looking at the vastness and purity of the Buddhist light, it had to be an Ancient-class Strange Artifact.0

Before Ye Qing could make any other remark, something unusual happened once more.0

Thick columns of dark, yin qi suddenly rose to the firmament and attacked the boundless light of Buddha, eating away at its radiance and darkening even the bright, blue sky.0

Even stranger, as...0