Bab 1566: Dead Giant Vine

Giant dragons flying while phoenixes dancing in the sky. Cranes hovered in the air, holding ganodermas in their beaks, as white apes politely stood side while carrying trays of fruits.

Clear spring water had been gushing out of the ground, colorful lotuses were swaying in the breeze. Sitting on the seedpods of these lotuses were golden shining people, hands crossed before the chests, wearing pearls and gemstones, chanting chorus.

Priest Hua sat on the tallest, golden lotus, legs crossed, with his fingers locked together. His one forefinger pointed at the sky, while the other forefinger reached to the ground. His entire body glowed with a bright light, and he had also been chanting. Every word he said turned into countless golden transparent petals, drifting everywhere.