Western Regions, Buddhist Ancestor Court.
Sunlight pierced through the clouds, sprinkling on the glazed tiles of the Golden Light Temple built on the mountainside, gleaming with a golden glow on the mountainside.
The once constantly chiming grand temple was exceptionally quiet at the moment.
Under the decree of the Dharma King, all the monks of the Western Regions had rushed to the battlefield, leaving this vast holy land of the entire Western Region deserted with hardly a trace of life.
Yet at this moment, on the central axis paved with pure white jade stones from the main entrance directly to the deepest Great Hall of Golden Light Temple, a monk clad in pure white monk robes was rushing in haste.
Bian Ji, with both hands lifting the hem of his monk robe on each side, leaped great distances with each stride on the stone slabs.
