The golden glow was like the light of the Buddha.
It illuminated the entire mountain range.
But this kind of golden light did not give people the refreshing sensation of Buddha's light; instead, it made people feel as if they were falling into an ice cave. The temperature it brought was cold, and this made it seem very contradictory.
And very eerie.
Who would have thought that a Ghost King entrenched in this region would be so audacious? He even dared to impersonate the Buddha, which was akin to a heretic posing as the Jade Emperor.
Such gall!
Perhaps there really wasn't such a thing as divine retribution in this mystical world; otherwise, for such a boldly audacious move by the Myriad Sons Ghost King, he would've probably been crushed by the real Buddha's finger long ago.
Oh!
If it were the true Buddha himself, it might not even require a finger—a mere thought would probably be enough.
