(Today, taking a break for one chapter, the writing is too stuck, apologies, apologies, it will be made up later)
The Sword Furnace collapsed, and millions of Roc Feathers fell like rain, embedding into the ground like Divine Swords.
From afar, the sword edges resembled a forest of steles.
In the eyes of outsiders.
The two sides were merely confronting each other, with clear energy flowing into a river, and in the dimness a sense of battle seemed to be unfolding,
Even the Innate Realm curled up within the Buddha Statue was merely raising an eyebrow to observe.
But in fact.
From the perspective of Kong Zhongshu and Meng Xiaoshi.
Looking around, turning back, the Market was nowhere to be seen, nor the Jingpeng Ship and any trace of the Buddha Country, only a bleak, desolate Buddha Country remained.
A thousand miles across the Buddha Country, Brahma Sound echoed everywhere, and occasionally golden Buddha's Light lingered over the bleak earth,
