More and more illusions of the Great Buddha manifested in the sky.
Dense and layered.
Impossible to count.
All the Great Buddhas bowed their heads and recited, with compassionate faces, yet the Brahma sound that filled the world carried a chill that sent shivers down the spine.
It was like mourning for the living and a requiem for the dead.
"Is this the legendary Western Heaven Paradise?"
Countless observers felt a chill in their hearts. The battlefield was filled with Brahma sound and scriptures, and every Great Buddha showed a bowed head, pitying all beings.
The sky was filled with mirages and splendid palaces.
So lifelike, difficult to distinguish between real and fake.
"Could it be that Fa Hai has directly invited the Buddha Country to the human world?"
The cultivators looked at each other, their eyes filled with astonishment.
"No, impossible!"
A rare few remained clear-headed and said in a deep voice:
"This is an illusion; it's not real."
