This situation was too bizarre.
It no longer seemed like ordinary devotees.
It was as if zealous followers of some cult ritual were completing a ceremony.
It was not just in the village of Cold Soil.
Ning Chenxin could clearly sense that, high above and from numerous places, Faith Power was surging towards the territory of the Buddhist Sect, flowing into the highest mountain peak at the center of the Buddhist domain.
This indicated that at that very moment, countless other villages, besides Cold Soil, were engaging in the same ritual.
Thinking of this, Ning Chenxin felt a chill creep up his spine for the first time.
Looking at the Great Buddha, the face that originally appeared sacred and serene now seemed to be smeared with blood, making it extremely fierce…
Thinking for a moment, Ning Chenxin still opened the door and, ignoring the youth's attempts to stop him, stepped out of the house and stood in front of them, directly below the Buddha statue, and looked up at it.