The sunset in the west and the lingering sunlight resembled blood.
Looking at the central battlefield, Li Qingshan felt a surge of emotions. He felt a sense of regret for the Holy Buddha and the skilled experts who had followed one after another in the past.
They were just one step away from success.
The Holy Buddha, single-handedly holding off twelve Immortals, fought a world-shaking battle. The terror of the Indestructible Golden Body was awe-inspiring, shaking the ages and making the Immortals envious.
If only one more person had assisted the Holy Buddha, the outcome might have been different.
Li Qingshan sighed, "Five thousand years have passed, and everything has faded away with the changing times. Now, the people of the Dimensional Battlefield are unaware of the events of that time. The title of the Holy Buddha has turned into a stain on the Buddhist sects."
At this moment, Li Qingshan's thoughts traversed various matters.
