Once everyone had left, the Mahavira Hall regained its tranquility. Surrounding candles were lit, and the golden Buddha statue in the center held a flower in one hand, the other raised, its face adorned with a compassionate smile. On both sides of the great hall stood the statues of arhats and bodhisattvas.
Shimohe sat in full lotus, his heart as calm as still water.
Although I couldn't completely unify the South Nether Prefecture, now that half of it is under the control of the Heaven Alliance, it should be enough!
He took a deep breath.
His hands formed a mudra, and a mysterious force began to coalesce towards him from the ether. This force was exceedingly foreign to many. It was also unfamiliar to Shimohe. However, unlike others, despite this being his first encounter with it, he knew its origin—Destiny!
After conquering half the South Nether Prefecture, destiny had begun to gather.
