She ascended the first step of the ancient temple, and the temple began to bleed—it was the blood of the Buddhas flowing down, staining the ground red.
The butterfly transformed from Li Che flapped its wings, following the woman all the way.
The woman was too domineering, killing her way to the top of the ancient temple, as if leisurely strolling, as if wandering.
Countless Buddhas charged forward continuously; there were golden dragons soaring, there was the mighty Buddha Palm, there were unending Buddha chants...
However, in front of the woman, it was all just a sword.
Bloodwater stained the golden steps of the ancient temple, every Buddha in the Buddha Shrine was unable to escape, all were engulfed by the sword light, their lives cut short.
Li Che, from the perspective of the butterfly, saw the fall of a Buddha Land sanctuary.
