At this moment, when tens of thousands of ordinary people had all knelt down.
The level of shock for most people was imaginable.
The establishment of Buddha Country, the existence of Buddha Monks.
Everyone referred to them as World Venerable.
This world did indeed have real Buddha Monks, and they were often willing to help their followers.
The battle in the Firmament above was coming to an end.
With another attack from the Evil Ancestor, the Tongming Observer finally could not hold on.
His bloodied and indistinct body slowly fell from the Firmament.
A breeze blew up the short hairs on his forehead; the chaos of twisting Space still echoed in his ears.
The Tongming Observer was not afraid of death, he looked down below.
These countless ordinary people were praying for him.
Each one was so devout, so full of respect.
He suddenly smiled, a very happy smile.
...
Perhaps life was worth it after all.
But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a phrase his master once said.
