He secretly sensed that something was amiss.
"Perhaps, the talk of one hundred and eighty years, like the tale of the Western Pure Land, is a misleading fabrication, not to be taken seriously."
When Zhou Xuan thought of this, he looked from inside the tower out to the exterior.
He was somewhat bewildered by the scene outside the tower.
The Yunlu Mountain in the real world was a vibrant place, lush with vegetation, but the scene he witnessed now was totally different—
—The entire mountain seemed like a coal mountain, with scorched earth everywhere, and bones scattered around, devoid of any sign of life.
"A place like Yunlu Buddha Town, a beautiful Yunlu Mountain, has been turned into a wasteland by this furnace."
"These elixirs, from the records of Yunlu County's chronicles and the town chronicles, are certainly sent to the heavens, but exactly how they are transported remains unknown."
The more Zhou Xuan looked, the more alarmed he became.
