All the primordial gods and immortals were reflected in this glimmer of light. Looking through the radiance, their expressions became hazy, and their powerful auras swept across all directions. Millions of miles away, in a place with an aura as deep as an abyss, an eight-armed demon god materialized out of thin air, roaring at the sky, wanting to share the glory of this aura. On top of Mount Xizhi (Westmost Spirit Mountain), countless temples stood tall. When the overwhelming pressure swept over, on the summit of the mountain, a golden lotus bloomed, encompassing Sumeru, gently deflecting the pressure outside, protecting the pure land of the West.,"This thing is a hot potato now!" Miaokong touched the beads in his arms and thought to himself.,“Before I left, to prevent me from contacting my family, they destroyed all the memories of this body. They even made me forget who I am! If it weren't for my soul not originating from this body, but just this act, it would have meant my future path to enlightenment would be hopeless. Truly wicked.”。