All the primordial gods and immortals were reflected in this glimmer of light. Looking through the radiance, their expressions became hazy, and their powerful auras swept across all directions. Millions of miles away, in a place with an aura as deep as an abyss, an eight-armed demon god materialized out of thin air, roaring at the sky, wanting to share the glory of this aura. On top of Mount Xizhi (Westmost Spirit Mountain), countless temples stood tall. When the overwhelming pressure swept over, on the summit of the mountain, a golden lotus bloomed, encompassing Sumeru, gently deflecting the pressure outside, protecting the pure land of the West.,“I advise you, it's best to get rid of that thing as soon as possible. Prioritize your life!”,Mio Kong forcefully instilled the restriction into the young boy's body and snarled, "Better safe than sorry. This kid seems to have some good fortune about him, just sitting at home while treasures fall from the sky. Who knows what kind of trouble he might bring To prevent myself from becoming a 'treasure-bringing parent,' I must give him a taste of my power."。