A beam of golden light fell upon the red bead.
No matter how Tu Wang reached out, the red bead remained motionless.
"The Buddha's light shines upon all, you aren't from the Buddha Realm, you are from the higher realms, this is impossible, the higher realms shouldn't be able to come here... I understand now."
Tu Wang seemed to have figured it out, a mocking smile appearing on his face, "Let's see how long you can stop me."
Chan Yi didn't respond; he had already played his trump card, and now he could only rely on Ji to take action.
Above the blood-red world.
Chu Ning sat cross-legged there, with the middle-aged scholar standing by his side, and in front of Chu Ning, there was an endless queue.
Soul after soul stood there.
More precisely, it was the obsession of these souls.
The butcher, the farmer, the child, the scholar...
The obsessions of these souls entered Chu Ning's body one after another.
