All the primordial gods and immortals were reflected in this glimmer of light. Looking through the radiance, their expressions became hazy, and their powerful auras swept across all directions. Millions of miles away, in a place with an aura as deep as an abyss, an eight-armed demon god materialized out of thin air, roaring at the sky, wanting to share the glory of this aura. On top of Mount Xizhi (Westmost Spirit Mountain), countless temples stood tall. When the overwhelming pressure swept over, on the summit of the mountain, a golden lotus bloomed, encompassing Sumeru, gently deflecting the pressure outside, protecting the pure land of the West.,A Taiji diagram appeared, encasing the eight-armed demon god and smashing it into the Nine Netherworld. It then attempted to forcefully break through the golden lotus.,The Divine Master still sneered there, "I wonder what kind of treasure it is, worth you spending so much money. You've risked your entire fortune and probably lost everything. Now that all your efforts have gone to waste, you must be heartbroken!"。
