A silver Bodhi tree hid the sky and covered the earth where the monastery main gates were. All the leaves on the tree swayed gently in the wind like pages of scriptures being flipped. Vague law and order patterns interweaved on the ancient tree and were reflected on the divine tree.
A few fruits shone brightly on this divine silver Bodhi tree. These fruits emitted a silver-white glow and orthodoxy marks appeared on every single one of them.
Chu Feng slowly walked into that grand monastery with many people journeying along with him.
Conversely, Ouyang Feng stopped here and looked at those Bodhi fruits. He slightly felt as though he couldn't budge.
At this moment, an old man smiled and said, "Your Majesty, if you, the one who possesses the Tyrant Godhead needs it, my Dameng Pure Land will gift you a Bodhi seed before you leave."
