The Pinnacle Of Life

The Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens wasn’t the only disappointed one, as everyone else felt the rest discouraged as well.

The dignified Underworld God, the final boss and the glorious king of this world, turned out to be so shabby in private. That huge golden palace looked exactly like Shoraionji Temple, yet there was nothing inside?

“Is this a castle in the air?”

“There’s really nothing! Even the tables and stools are made of ordinary stone! It would’ve been fine if there was at least a golden alms bowl!”

Many began to groan. Indeed, there could be nothing more vexing than this.

Alex looked around, but he felt satisfied. Although the others could not see them, he saw them clearly. On the surface, there was no treasure here, but the treasure was all over the place. It was just that not everyone could see them. Only those who cultivated Buddhism could.

That guy, the Grand Bodhisattva, was probably no vile villain. He must’ve firmly held on to his beliefs for the sake of a certain philosophy, then stayed from the course. It was just that he had chosen the wrong path. Thus, the further be strayed, the more serious the mistake became.

that imitated Shoraionji Temple was the very place for that. It might look empty to the rest, but he could see many of

instance, there was a pot of turquoise tea on the

with an ancient Buddhist charm that filled the air. He

It seems to contain the taste of laws. I wonder

ancient books made of the skin of mythical creatures. There were also immortal books made of multi colored ancient jades, golden books covered with

them. He looked at the crowd around him

to sense anything.

bizarre books were utterly nonexistent. “Do you find this table a little

ran over. “What’s odd about it? Isn’t it just a

come over, full of expectation, only to be completely disappointed.

shouted, “Don’t

was too

Wham!

the kick. Alex didn’t dare to look at it. The tea on