A pure white Buddha light swept across the sky dome, heading straight for the mountain with a high platform at its peak.
At this moment, around this mountain, countless people formed a queue, men and women, young and old, rich and poor, all adhering to some sort of order, surrounding the mountain in circle after circle.
Tan Wuwei appeared from the Buddha light, looking down from above, seeing that the surroundings of the mountain were already a sea of people, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
Countless figures worshiped toward the mountain peak, rising and bowing repeatedly, their scattered incense fire thought power gathering into a vast ocean, converging towards the center.
Even further away, waves of incense fire thought power surged. It seemed that elsewhere, it was the same, countless people were offering incense at this very moment.
