The scene was staggering, as beings from Ten Thousand Clans gathered together, each with a devout expression, like frenzied believers worshiping the heavens, their eyes aflame with fervent and sincere gazes toward the end of the long green stone staircase that sprawled like a dragon—
That ancient mega-city whose magnificence was beyond imagination, where the true essence of greatness flowed.
Their gazes slowly swept over the many figures on the green stone steps, and the shock on the faces of Tripitaka and Shen Ming grew even more intense.
They could feel that the reverence shown in people's expressions was not feigned,
nor was it the result of being bewitched by some secret technique,
but truly came from the heart, pure to the extreme.
"It is indeed inconceivable; the prestige of Willow Sacred Land may already have reached an unimaginable level within the Immortal Domain..."