The three came in a hurry, all looking slightly disheveled.
Master Cheng Kong was shrouded in a layer of golden light, faint, both illusory and real, a celebrating cloud floating above his head with Qingjing Bamboo swaying in the wind, its withered leaves even more numerous than before.
The presence of Wuzhi from Leiyin Temple was even more extraordinary, with a barefooted Buddha faintly visible behind him, the sounds of prayer chants reverberating around him, as if countless people were worshipping and praying.
However, the Buddha's light was somewhat dim, flickering, with a sense of spiritual power signal interruption.
Xie Qingxue remained cold as usual, looking no different from before, but she curiously watched Master Pang and others, seemingly quite interested in the Circulation Divine Thunder Immortal Formation.
