The giant palm descended from the sky like a mountain, causing li lingsu to feel a suffocating pressure. She didn't even have the thought of running or dodging. The only thought left in her mind was to wait for death.
Li lingsu watched in despair as the sky was covered by the giant palm. There was only a golden light in his pupils, and his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.
"Amitabha!"
The voice of chanting the name of Buddha woke the Saint from his muddled state. He looked around in a daze. This was a world covered in auspicious clouds, and the clouds in the sky were shining with golden light.
The vague chanting of Sanskrit reverberated in his ears.
At this moment, li lingsu's heart was clear and clear, without a trace of distracting thoughts. She couldn't help but put her hands together.
"Who are you, almsgiver?"
