The Buddhist Kingdom in a palm was similar to the immortals' interstitial worlds.
Unfortunately, Wu Qi and Ao Buzun were sucked into such a world. Here, the air was filled with the fragrance of incense and candles, refreshing breezes, and the light of relics that brightly lit up the entire space. The majesty of Buddhism was naturally embedded in every inch of the space. Not too far in front of them, the mountain stood mightily like a living monster, exuding a pressure so strong that it made Wu Qi frown, his bones creaked noisily.
