Chapter 1491: My Strength Depends on Your Imagination

"Amitabha, it's not that I refuse to descend, but rather the time has not yet come. This humble monk must preserve this insignificant life to rescue more people from this ominous land. May the Buddha's compassion prevail, and may fewer lives be lost in vain!"

The young monk, perpetually shedding tears, clasped his hands in prayer and continuously chanted the Buddha's name.

"I greatly admire the master's virtues. I implore the master to persuade our fellows to cease their futile sacrifices."

Li Xiaobai also clasped his hands together, addressing the monk.

"The strength and cultivation level of the bronze guardians of this city are unfathomable; such power is rarely felt even within forbidden zones!"

"Imperial City? What kind of place is this?"

"Rumors say the Battlefield of the Heavens is deeply connected to the once-primary battlefield, even containing information about the Ancient Starry Sky Road. Could it be that this Imperial City is related to that?"