Three years passed by in the blink of an eye.
This day.
Above the Great Snow Temple, Buddha light suddenly soared into the heavens!
It was not an explosive burst, but rather a slow seepage from the depths of the void, instantly breaking through the sky.
Golden lotuses blossomed one by one from the emptiness, untouched by wind and snow, unstained by dust, with each step exuding fragrance.
The Brahma sound echoed mightily, like ancient Buddhist chants coming from the end of reincarnation, resounding throughout the vast Snowfield.
Outside the temple, the wind and snow suddenly stopped; inside, silence overwhelmed, all monks simultaneously looked up:
"This is—"
Someone gasped, their voice trembling.
"It's the Arhat revelation ceremony!"
"Is… someone about to achieve the Arhat Fruit Position!"
An elderly monk guarding the temple looked up to the sky, his emaciated hands clinging tightly to the prayer beads, almost crushing them:
