Changle Palace, inside the Sealed Demon Hall.
Zhang Yao rose from the meditation mat and walked to the left side of the hall.
The entire wall here was adorned with exquisite Buddhist murals, depicting scenes of universal salvation, the Bright Buddha Realm, and Bodhisattva Arhats.
"Buzz!"
Zhang Yao took out the Merit Token from his waist and gently shook it, causing golden text to appear on the murals:
Two hundred and thirty-five thousand.
"Just a mere two hundred thirty thousand merits, only just getting started..."
Zhang Yao sighed deeply.
Guarding Changle Mountain for over seven years, he had only accumulated seventy thousand merits, mainly due to the lack of opportunities to eradicate Yin Demons.
Although the various foreign Golden Core Cultivators in the Mani Kingdom were quite amicable, internally they were divided into several small circles, because disputes over interests and forming alliances were inevitable.
