One strand of Ran Deng Ancient Buddha's soul fragments drifted into a nunnery in the Wilderness Realm.
At this moment, Jiang Chan was cultivating the Buddhist Law in the main hall. Even though she had shaved her head, nothing could hide her unsurpassed beauty. The faint and holy golden light seemed to drape her in a robe of golden feathers, making her look even more sacred.
Right then—
Jiang Chan opened her eyes, her brows gently knitted, as she gazed at her right index finger. She didn't know when, but an ancient bronze ring had appeared there.
She tried to remove it, but no matter what she did, it wouldn't come off.
Just as Jiang Chan was filled with puzzlement,
an elderly nun entered, eyes narrowing at the sight before saying, "Don't bother trying to take it off. This is your fate."
Jiang Chan was stunned for a moment.
The old nun stepped forward and said, "You only need to comprehend the Buddhist Law within the ring with care. Everything else is irrelevant."
