At the center of the Demonstration Platform, the withered old monk on the White Jade Lotus Platform did not say much. He simply tapped the seemingly ordinary Nine-Ring Scepter in his hand.
CLANG—!
A clear, melodious ring of metal resounded, instantly washing over the entire platform and silencing every whisper of ambient noise.
The five hundred Arhats' expressions turned solemn, their gazes converging.
The old monk's eyelids remained lowered. He did not speak, yet a grand, deep Sanskrit chant that resonated directly in the depths of everyone's soul began to flow forth:
"Buddha Sons, for today's Dharma assembly, allow this old monk to offer a humble insight to start the discussion. Let us speak on the nature of 'Immovable.'"
His voice was serene, yet every word landed like a pearl on a jade plate, carrying a peculiar sense of resolve and authority.
