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The sky was filled with imposing Buddhist cultivators, their faces frozen like sculptures. Radiant light blazed within the clouds. The colossal golden figure bore a tranquil expression, showing neither compassion nor joy, merely pressing silently upon the air.
The cultivators on all sides revealed wariness and fear. The entirety of Northern Dan Island was lit up in every direction. Li Wushao frowned and stepped back, clearly displeased by the radiance overhead. His expression looked sour, and he was most likely cursing inwardly.
Everyone turned to look at Li Xizhi, who did not panic. He casually crushed a jade talisman as he briefly assessed the situation. He then rose on trailing dawn light, circulated his mana, and spoke loudly, "May I ask for what purpose the Great Konghai Temple suddenly visits Stone Pond of my Azure Pond Sect? I am Li Xizhi, master of the Jiutian Pavilion."
None of the Master Monks in the sky responded. The Merciful One remained completely still. Only a Buddhist nun stepped forward with the others, dressed in loose dark monastic robes, palms pressed together, and chanted, "My lord, the master of the Clear Vast Myriad Mile Konghai...
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