On the peak of Jiuhua Mountain, the sky dome was shrouded in thick clouds, muffled thunder echoing through, with occasional lightning streaking across the distant sky, bright and heavy.
Above Lingshan, the Dragon Venerate Saint Buddha looked expressionlessly at the surging thunder tribulation gathering, snorted coldly, and then stepped into the courtyard.
An old monk walked out from the side room, holding a Zen stick in his left hand, its light flowing: "We will begin after he crosses the tribulation."
The Dragon Venerate Saint Buddha glanced at the place where the Fire Phoenix Boat rested, nodded in acknowledgment.
He then asked: "Fan Zhouxing..."
"He is still the Buddha's son," the old monk said calmly, "still..."
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Under the endless dark clouds, Lu Jin'an stood on the ring, his robes fluttering in the wind, his gaze calm as he watched the impending thunder tribulation.
