Underworld entries, starting with ghost stories.

At this moment, the little green snake that Shan Ailian had transformed into secretly moved into his sleeve in order to see what was happening in the valley.

So he simply bent his wrist and patted her head.

Don't misunderstand, it's not about touching downwards.

Dou Xianniang, Liu Heita, and Su Dingfang were puzzled by his mysterious and strange smile.

But because he had previously acted mysteriously and wisely on several occasions, they dared not ask any further questions.

Wu Qing smiled slightly: "Illusion! Mere trifles!"

"You all stay here and watch. I'll go and make some preparations. It's just some silly trickery. Watch me take care of them."

After saying that, he turned and left, fanning himself.

Even though it was in the dim forest, he still exuded a carefree and composed demeanor.

Liu Heita and Su Dingfang looked at Dou Xianniang.

Dou Xianniang opened her mouth, about to speak.

Liu Heita and Su Dingfang waved their hands together... "Stop talking, stop talking, we know."

This is what your advisor is like!

But then a scream came from the wooden platform in the valley.

They quickly looked over and saw a naked woman wearing a lotus crown sitting on a lotus platform, shouting hoarsely at the thousands of believers below, "This world is in chaos! In chaos!"

The cult members, densely packed on the grass like ants, bowed low, their hands outstretched to the ground, muttering in unison, "Chaos! Chaos!"

The woman, radiant with light, held a precious pearl in her hands and looked up, exclaiming, "Maitreya is descending! He's descending!"

Thousands of followers continued to prostrate themselves and whisper, "Coming down! Coming down!"

Their voices were low, but the whispers of thousands sounded like the howls of demons from the depths of hell.

Dou Xianniang, Liu Heita, Su Dingfang, and the others felt a chill run down their spines, as if layers upon layers of evil spirits were attacking them.

"It's chaotic, it's chaotic... They're coming down, they're coming down... It's chaotic, it's chaotic..."

Such whispers, when gathered together, conveyed an overwhelming sense of despair to them.

They were moved; these were all pitiful, impoverished people, living hand to mouth with no way to survive.

They were no different from the dead, yet they still struggled, trying to beg an unseen god to grant them a way to live.

The woman on the wooden platform looked up and shouted, "Tonight, we will offer our pure souls and flesh to the true Buddha."

"We must burn our souls, burn our bodies, to bring the true Buddha to you and to everyone in this world."

Her face was filled with a devout resignation to her fate, and the surrounding people silently followed her in their cries.

"Do not be afraid. The true Buddha will embrace us. He will follow the flames that burn tonight to save our families, our loved ones, and all the humble people in this world."

She screamed, her voice hoarse and shrill, filled with terrifying hope and boundless despair.

Even outsiders like Dou Xianniang, Liu Heita, and Su Dingfang, who were listening from the shadows, were shaken by what they heard.

Initially, they wanted to condemn the woman for taking other women and children with her to commit suicide.

But now they realize that this woman genuinely hopes that their deaths will summon the true Buddha to save the world.

At this moment, compassion and malice twisted into a line called the gate of death.

They truly wanted to use their deaths to open this line and release the light known as the Future Buddha.

They were so foolish, yet so foolish that no one could blame them.

Every accusation against such a fool is like cutting into the wounds of this already broken world.

The Maitreya followers around the wooden platform lit torches.

They chanted the name of Maitreya Buddha around the wooden platform, bowing and kowtowing three times.

Then, holding a burning torch, they reverently and slowly approached the wooden platform.

Dou Xianniang, Liu Heita, Su Dingfang, and the other martial artists and female soldiers around them were all at a loss as to how to stop it.

In this situation, whoever tries to stop it will face thousands of fearless civilians.

Whether it's murder or being murdered, it's a heartbreaking and unspeakable tragedy.

In this situation, is there really anyone who can change the outcome?

They looked at the women and children on the stage, heartbroken but helpless.

But then a voice shouted, "Stop!"

At the same time, a cold, bright white light emanated from the forest and swept across the entire area.

Thousands of Maitreya followers turned angrily to look at the man who had tried to interrupt their sacred ceremony.

This was their only hope, the salvation they were willing to sacrifice everything for.

They will not allow anyone to interfere.

Then, they were dumbfounded.

A young man riding a white horse, waving a feather fan, slowly emerged from the forest.

The young man was carefree and swayed unsteadily.

But more importantly, he is radiant.

His entire body, including the white horse, was glowing.

Behind him, there was a faint image of a Bodhisattva, radiating a light like the blazing sun.

The light illuminated the entire valley, like a series of intertwined halos shining above everyone's heads.

The woman on the stage held the precious pearl, staring in astonishment at the young man who slowly walked into the hall.

The women and children around him were also watching the boy, their eyes filled with curiosity.

The Maitreya followers, holding torches, stared at the boy with a holy image on his back and a halo around him, at a loss for what to do.

Liu Heita, Su Dingfang, and the martial artists they brought were all stunned.

Although the young clerk had mentioned beforehand that he was going to prepare some tricks to play the supernatural.

But looking at the holy light emanating from his entire body, the Buddha statues outlined by beams of strong light appearing behind him, and the perfect halos radiating outward from his body.

They simply couldn't see or understand how he did it.

They pointed at the holy-light youth who seemed like a god descending to earth, moving among the ignorant masses, and looked at Dou Xianniang.

Dou Xianniang was also somewhat incoherent: "Our master is... is like this!"

Looking at the white-horse-riding youth who entered in the dead of night, as if the sun had descended from the heavens.

The thousands of Maitreya followers at this moment did not show anger at the interruption of the sacred ceremony, but rather complete bewilderment and shock.

The female saint on the stage held a precious pearl in her hands, and her whole body shone brightly.

But compared to the young man whose halo swept across the entire arena and whose back revealed the Bodhi statue, the radiance emanating from the female saint was like a firefly under the bright sun.

They simply watched the boy rush into the depths, and not one of them thought to stop him.

In the end, it was the female saint on the stage who reacted first, pointing at the white-horse-riding youth approaching from below, and hissing, "You, you... who are you?"

The boy looked at the woman on the stage.

At the same time, the Bodhi statue behind him was enlarged further, sacred and majestic, looking down at the female saint on the platform.

The female saint raised her head and looked down at the statue that was looking down at her like an ant, and she shrank back.

As the distance between them continued to shrink, almost no one noticed the luster on her body anymore.

Only the sacred radiance emanating from the youth and the enormous, peak-like statue were so dazzling and eye-catching.