"..."
Within the Buddha Cliff, the True Gods were already powerless to speak, their eyes dull, clearly perceiving their gradual return to the Heavenly Dao.
Yet that Heavenly Dao was already shrouded in Buddha Light.
Just like this very moment, within the Southern Sumeru, the Buddha's voice that no one could refute, no one could question their words.
"Qian Qing..." Qi Feng struggled to lift his head and looked to the side.
His pupils lightly twitched, somewhat surprised to find that the other person remained calm, seemingly not worried about his own safety at all.
At this moment, Qi Feng watched as Qian Qing suddenly stood up, at the same time, a voice he was deeply familiar with echoed in the Southern Sumeru.
"Your Buddha, where is the compassion?"
The voice wasn't very loud, nor were the words harsh; it was just a simple inquiry.
But just this one sentence was enough to provoke a furious response among the monks across the mountains.
