C122 Hypocrite
Atop the sacred mountain of ice and snow, the awe-inspiring sight of Buddhas transforming into Iceberg Snow Lotuses was fading away. As the bell's toll dissolved into the fabric of time and the chants of the myriad Buddhas ceased, the scene vanished.
Yet, on that frosty peak, the Iceberg Snow Lotus, nourished by Loong Jiaoyang's blood from his slashed wrist, remained. It had truly endured
