——The Sutra of Exhausting All Roots of Ten Thousand Laws!
Mitra withdrew the staff in her hand, a faint glimmer appeared in her eyes, visible to the naked eye. She focused intently on the man before her, pushing her mental secret technique to its limits, attempting to peer into the spiritual vision of this person.
In an instant!
She let out a muffled groan, her eyes feeling as if they were staring directly at the sun, extremely painful.
Mitra beheld a great sun.
However, this sun was different from the bright pure land reflection that appeared during the Holy Fire ritual. This sun exuded a black halo, its reflection vast and profoundly deep.
"Everybody stop!"
Mitra's expression was full of excitement. She shouted loudly, her voluptuous figure trembling slightly, directly kneeling on one knee, saying: "Subordinate greets Your Majesty, the Ming King!"
As soon as these words were uttered, all the experts of the Ming cult present were utterly astonished.
