Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The trembling of the Thirteen-Grade Pure World Lotus Platform grew clearer and clearer, like a kindred aura calling out.

Chen Qing's figure flickered through the broken walls and crumbled ramparts. In just a few breaths, he had followed the resonance to his destination.

Before him stood an ancient sacrificial altar that had largely collapsed.

Completely unlike the pill halls and pill courtyards that could be found everywhere in the ruins, this place radiated an air of solemn gravity at every turn.

Zhang-tall bronze ritual vessels lay toppled and scattered across the ground.

Chen Qing's steps came to a halt.

Within his Will Sea, the Pure World Lotus Platform's clear radiance grew ever more intense, its lotus petals opening and closing.

Questions stirred in his heart.

This Buddhist supreme treasure had been giving unusual responses repeatedly from the moment he stepped into the Xuanmo Ancient Kingdom Ruins.