Atop a peak ten thousand meters high, stood two figures.
The person on the left was serene, with a smile on their face. Vaguely recognizable from their features, they must have been a breathtakingly handsome man in their youth.
The person on the right was slightly shorter in stature, with a droplet swirling on their forehead and pale blue lips, exuding an otherworldly aura.
"Brother Shui, we have succeeded," Shi Xiaole said.
Yan Zhenning looked toward the side of the mountain where a continuous stone wall stood, inlaid with nine hundred and ninety-nine Buddha statues in various postures—some sitting cross-legged, some lying on their side, some with hands folded in prayer, and some with a vase gesture…
