And among these people, a man looked at the scene before him in shock.
He could clearly see the countless Power of Faith continuously flying towards Mount Ling.
This power was enough to establish a potent Divine spirit in the Mortal World, yet now it all entered Mount Ling.
And such scenes had occurred innumerable times over the long years, and just thinking about the accumulated Power of Faith made his scalp tingle.
It unconsciously flashed through his mind that such a force must absolutely not become an enemy.
What he saw in the eyes of these people was fanatic faith, a ruling style starkly different from that of the Heavenly Court, which was downright chilling.
At this moment, he noticed the surrounding believers suddenly sizing him up with a strange gaze, their eyes devoid of any emotion, just indifference.
"You are not a disciple of Buddha!" an elderly man said.
