Seven-colored rosy clouds shot from the old site of Lanruo Temple atop the mountain, overlapping and illuminating each other, reaching straight into the sky, as if even the clouds above were tinted with color.
Even Fang Zhou, who had seen high-powered colorful spotlights in his previous life, was taken aback by this scene, not to mention the others, who were stunned into silence.
Fang Zhou came back to his senses, and while everyone else was silent, he listened carefully and sure enough, he could faintly hear the sound of Buddha's voice and Buddhist chant, as if a group of monks were singing in chorus.
This matched exactly with what Monk Hui Neng had described, and she certainly hadn't bragged about it.
"This phenomenon... this is definitely not just a Magic Artifact, or even a Spiritual Artifact... no, it might even be a Treasure Artifact!"
Han Li watched the scene unfold before her, murmuring to herself, her eyes gradually igniting with passion.
