Chapter 566: The Daoist Has Arrived
“Rumble...”
Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder rolled outside.
Through the wide-open doors of the great hall, one could see the sky outside, covered in dense, churning clouds. A violent wind howled through the air, and in the distance, flashes of lightning flickered ominously. It seemed that this place, too, was welcoming the final thunderstorm of the season as summer turned to autumn.
Yet, within the hall, among the three hundred sixty-eight monks, not a single pair of eyes turned to witness the storm.
Every monk—regardless of height or weight, whether seated at the front or the back, whether near or far—had their necks stretched out, staring at the seven-colored glazed platform and the shimmering spiritual resonance upon it. None of them seemed to care about the strain on their necks.
“Boom!”
A bolt of Heavenly Thunder exploded directly overhead.
Among the monks, some were highly accomplished, their faith unshaken, their gazes fixed unwaveringly on the water-like spiritual resonance atop the platform. Others, though still devoted, retained a lingering fear of divine wrath, and their bodies trembled instinctively at the thunder. Yet, even as they quivered, not a single one was willing to shift their gaze away.
Some monks were even murmuring scriptures under their breath, but it had become nothing more than an unconscious habit. Their full attention remained locked onto the treasure before them.
As if merely looking at it was already the greatest joy, the highest fulfillment—true bliss beyond anything in the mortal world.
All of them moved in perfect unison. For a moment, the scene felt eerily unnatural.
The sound of rain grew clearer.