The distance between the Wish Power of all living beings and the Cloud Prefecture City always falls short by thirty feet. Zhou Xuan focused his energy again, pushing the momentum of the storytelling on stage, but it was still of no avail.
The audience's Wish Power continued to be generated inexhaustibly, and the density of this power was continuously increasing. Zhou Xuan even felt that these Wish Powers were so densely packed that if condensed further, they could squeeze out water.
"But how can the distance be shortened?"
Zhou Xuan told the story while worriedly looking at the Cloud Prefecture City.
At this moment, Zhao Wuya, who was listening to the story in the audience, also changed. He first lowered his head, then when he looked up again, he had transformed into the luminous Buddha's image of "Master Wu Ya."
Zhao Wuya chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
The sound of the Buddha's name was not loud but did not escape Zhou Xuan's ears.
