Kunlun Mountain, within a certain concealed relic.
A man standing sixteen feet tall, with skin completely black, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Who on earth is that divine presence?"
His eyes carried a hint of anger, mixed with a bit of fear.
The man struggled to recall that fleeting glance of Li Boyang, the feeling of horror within his heart never dissipating.
He was certain he had never seen the person before, nor did he sense any threat from them.
Yet the oppressive feeling, arising instinctively as if from the top of the food chain, was far more intense than with anyone he had encountered before.
The man did not doubt his perception, for this ultimate sense of danger was his trump card for surviving to this day.
"Could it be related to Him?"
Looking up, the man's gaze fell on the jade Buddha head before him.
It was the Buddha head of Amitabha—the final magical treasure.
