Western Regions, Ling Mountain.
In the boundless golden desert, countless ascetic monks are devoutly kneeling and heading westward.
At the end of the desert, there stands a massive and endless towering peak.
This peak is shrouded in ten thousand feet of Buddha's light day and night, it is the supreme holy land of the Western Regions, the Lingshan Treasure Temple.
But the usually serene Ling Mountain is now very lively.
"Hahaha, useless, useless, all useless!"
"Doesn't your Ling Mountain have anyone stronger? And you are the trash sitting on Western Regions' Buddhism?"
On the martial arts arena, a tall young man is enveloped in purple flames as bright as the sun.
The terrifying heat makes even the space seem to warp.
Within a hundred feet around him, more than twenty Ling Mountain disciples lie with charred bodies, groaning in pain.
"Liu Sheng! You go too far!"
