However, what he was curious about was that the Buddha statues here seemed to be on a completely different level from the Buddhist sects outside. It was like the Milky Way in the sky and the dust on the ground. The difference was very obvious.
The gift this time had increased his spiritual power to a considerable extent.
This was just a Buddha statue. After a long time, it still had such mental power. Then, who knew how powerful the original owner was.
However…Is the Host still here?
Xia Ji raised his head and glanced at the dusty and cobweb-covered ancient temple.
One could imagine how glorious it was at its peak.
Who knew what kind of person had been there many years ago.
Let's go.
Now, no matter what happened here or what happened in the past, no one knew. Even the most ancient scriptures might not have records.
Xia Ji suddenly felt a sense of sadness. He already knew the answer.
The Host was long gone.
