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In the imperial city, a torrential downpour raged alongside a symphony of thunder.

Amidst the relentless rain, a monk clad in a green robe strode forward, clutching a purple-golden bowl, remarkably untouched by the raindrops.

As he journeyed across the sea of suffering, Fahai remained untouched by the mundane world, despite being enveloped by it.

His steps were deliberate and hefty; each footfall sent cascades of water splashing, yet his shoes remained inexplicably dry.

Within his purple-golden bowl, a faint golden glow flickered, reminiscent of a boundless golden ocean. This millennium-old sacred Buddhist artifact, known for its power to vanquish demons, shone with renewed divine might.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha!" Fahai's gaze pierced the sky, where thunder and lightning danced chaotically, his tranquil eyes briefly sparkled with intensity.

With monsters preying on humanity and an engulfing darkness descending, it seemed the great catastrophe might have already commenced.

"Quick, don't let the young monk and the demoness get away!" came a shout from behind. Troops of imperial guards splashed through the streets, following the Emperor's direct command to apprehend the Buddhist disciple and Princess Qing Qing, even stirring the elite forces of the Great Shang Dynasty.

"Young disciple, don’t let your master and elder brother down," Fahai whispered to himself before resolutely continuing forward.

"Boom!" Thunder tore through the heavens, casting a stark light over the dim human world.

Day had given way to night.

Li Yuan, Li Ziye, and Bai Wangyu emerged and meandered through the city streets before parting ways.

"Evil energy!" Fahai's expression tensed as he sensed a malevolent presence ahead.

The purple-golden bowl in his hand vibrated in response to the strong demonic aura.

Sensing this, Fahai hastened his steps towards the sour

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