Chapter 437 Golden Light Arhat! Yellow Wind Immortal!

Vast sandy plains stretch endlessly, with the wind howling fiercely.

The sky and earth are a dull yellow.

Filled with the breath of desolation and barrenness.

Yet, in this lifeless land, a yellow weasel briskly makes its way.

Soon, before the only structure amidst the boundless yellow sand.

This is a dilapidated temple.

The crumbling walls could not block the sand and dust, even the only Buddha statue in the center of the building had half of its body obliterated by the sand.

But upon arriving at the temple, the yellow weasel's body glowed and transformed into a tall and burly man.

He knelt respectfully before the Buddha statue, then devoutly kowtowed.

Whoosh!

When he raised his head, the scene in front of him was no longer that of the dilapidated temple.

Instead, he found himself within a grand gilt hall, surrounded by Buddhist monks seated in Lotus positions on both sides.