Then, after three generations, they became completely localized. Except for their origins, everything about the Buddhist sects was different.
At the foot of Mount Sumeru, many locals made three prostrations and nine kowtows to reach this place, their faces relaxed with relieved smiles, shedding their burdens and pressures. They circled the mountains, waters, and Buddhist pagodas, finally arriving at the foot of Mount Sumeru to receive baptism and achieve spiritual completion.
Li Qingshan watched for a while before stepping onto Mount Sumeru.
As soon as he set foot on Mount Sumeru, Li Qingshan felt a heartbeat.
It was not his heartbeat.
It was the heartbeat of Mount Sumeru.
Li Qingshan looked at Mount Sumeru in astonishment, "It's alive!"
This entire mountain was alive.
Different from the Big Clock and the nine heavens, these were all realization magic treasures.
