The Hongzhu sitting on his lap vanished, and Qing Yuyao beside him disappeared too; everything that was originally there was gone.
In their place was a scene of ancient architecture.
This architecture resembled an ancient temple deep in the mountains, surrounded by dark red courtyard walls, with green and lush vegetation outside.
Zhou Chen gazed into the distance, seeing a winding path paved with green stones that climbed straight up the mountain like a cyan cloud.
At the end of this stone path, at the mountain's peak, stood a grand ancient temple with a magnificent and refined gate painted in red.
The rhythmic sound of a wooden fish knocking came from within.
There was also a faint sound of nuns chanting sutras.
Boom!
Zhou Chen's mind seemed to explode, filled with the sounds of wooden fish and chanting, even his thoughts became slow and sluggish.
Buzz!
