On the bank of a tributary of the Nether River.
The tranquil blossoms of the Udumbara flowers were blooming in clumps, yet there was no one to appreciate them.
The disciples of the Snow Vulture Temple who had come here were all prostrate on the ground, continuously chanting scriptures, hoping to soothe the wrath of 'Bivala Buddha'!
The Netherworld had already trembled several times, indicating that this Buddha's rage had reached its limit.
Just a trace of the aftermath could cause their death!
The Zoroastrian Elf—Zhuoma stood aside, seemingly lost in thought.
"Why haven't Sangji and Za Xi come?"
A short-haired yellow-robed monk suddenly spoke, "They are disciples personally cultivated by the Great Vehicle and Great Compassion Dharma Kings, surely they can transcend the cycle of life and death, right?"
"Isn't there another important person who hasn't come yet?"
Another monk replied with hands clasped in prayer.
