The Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens wasnât the only disappointed one, as everyone else felt the
rest discouraged as well.
The dignified Underworld God, the final boss and the glorious king of this world, turned out to be so
shabby in private. That huge golden palace looked exactly like Shoraionji Temple, yet there was
nothing inside?
âIs this a castle in the air?â
âThereâs really nothing! Even the tables and stools are made of ordinary stone! It wouldâve been fine if
there was at least a golden alms bowl!â
Many began to groan. Indeed, there could be nothing more vexing than this.
Alex looked around, but he felt satisfied. Although the others could not see them, he saw them clearly.
On the surface, there was no treasure here, but the treasure was all over the place. It was just that not
everyone could see them. Only those who cultivated Buddhism could.
That guy, the Grand Bodhisattva, was probably no vile villain. He mustâve firmly held on to his beliefs
for the sake of a certain philosophy, then stayed from the course. It was just that he had chosen the
wrong path. Thus, the further be strayed, the more serious the mistake became.
However, Grand had undoubtedly profound attainments in the cultivation of Buddhism. This ancient
monastery that imitated Shoraionji Temple was the very place for that. It might look empty to the rest,
but he could see many of their long-cherished objects.
For instance, there was a pot of turquoise tea on the ordinary stone table.
It was unknown how long the tea had existed, but it was still emanating heat and lingering immortal
energy with an ancient Buddhist charm that filled the air. He even took a whiff of the unique fragrance,
and the divine power in his body became particularly active, overflowing with Buddhist zeal.
âWhat is this tea? It seems to contain the taste of laws. I wonder if I can drink it?â
Alex thought about it, then looked around him. Invisible to others, a row of old bookshelves full of books
was at the side of the shrine. At first glance, there were remarkable, ancient books made of the skin of
mythical creatures. There were also immortal books made of multi colored ancient jades, golden books
covered with dazzling, lustrous golden lights, and even strange books enveloped by lightning.
Alex was dumbfounded just by looking at them. He looked at the crowd around him and realized that
no one looked in that direction.
Even if he reminded them by making vague references, they failed to sense anything. Pigsy even came
over and passed through the bookshelf, yet it found nothing.
Sensing no anomaly, it was as if the bookshelves containing the bizarre books were utterly nonexistent.
âDo you find this table a little odd?â Alex deliberately said after he walked to the table and knocked it.
Pigsy immediately ran over. âWhatâs odd about it? Isnât it just a crummy table?â
That fool was dejected as well. It had come over, full of expectation, only to be completely
disappointed. Discovering nothing after knocking the table, Pigsy then kicked it.
Alex anxiously shouted, âDonât be reckless.â
However, it was too late.
Wham!
The stone table shattered from the kick. Alex didnât dare to look at it. The tea on the table must be
precious, yet it was ruined just like that?
However, his eyes soon widened.
The stone table had indeed shattered from the kick, but after it flew out, he found another almost
identical stone table at the exact spot. It turned out that the physical stone table was actually
overlapping the invisible one!
After Pigsy knocked the table over, the invisible table was still there. The teapot on the table was still
there.
âCan I take it?â
Alex reached out, touching the teapot for a moment. And he managed to touch it.
âItâs⦠Because of that key!â
Alex instantly understood it. This was the Grand Bodhisattvaâs key, the true key. Only someone who
possessed the Grand Bodhisattvaâs will in his sea of consciousness could see all the unique objects
this place was hiding!