Great Nan Continent, Golden Light Prefecture City.
On the bustling long streets, the ascetic monks of the Bodhi Sect, dressed in ragged clothes, revealing their thin arms, no longer needed to beg for Emperor's Aura from door to door like they once did.
In the territories ruled by the Divine Dynasty, cultivators and common folks lived together in harmony.
But now, the monks no longer need to take the initiative themselves, as the citizens have spontaneously elevated their status, with many wealthy merchants planning to pool money together to discuss with the Government Office about building a magnificent temple at the most conspicuous spot in the city to express the common folk's gratitude towards the old monk.
Such simple emotions even the Government Office couldn't suppress.
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Wushan raised his hand to halt the entourage of court officials and walked alone to the city gates, looking up at the imposing skeletal frame before him.