According to normal reasoning, the empress dowager shouldn’t have the strength to stand up again at all. However, unknown as to just what kind of force supported her, she stood back up, made her way up the burning ancient stairs, rising one step after another.

The monk in front of them still didn’t turn around, but his steps slowed a bit. The surging gentle force around his body pushed the winds a bit further away, blowing the stone steps he left behind him a bit more cleanly.

Because of the empress dowager’s heavy and firm steps and because of the unimaginably majestic massive buddhas in the yellow sand, Emperor Feng Xuan’s heart was always pounding intensely.

Everyone in Tangcang knew that Sanskrit Temple was behind Scarlet Scorpion Desert, because behind Scarlet Scorpion Desert was another endless sea of sand. Sanskrit Temple never welcomed guests either, so apart from some ascetic monks who previously left their footprints here, most people of the world only heard the words Sanskrit Temple and Sanskrit Buddhas, almost no one dared risk offending the sanskrit monks or to come here to tour these buddhist vestiges.

When he sensed the power and radiance from the empress dowager’s body, Emperor Feng Xuan understood some things, some of the expression of sorrow on his face concealed. However,...