After walking for an unknown amount of time, Liuli vaguely saw a tall figure in black ahead through the golden mist. She carefully discerned the figure for a while before cautiously walking over.

As the figure drew closer, Liuli's steps became lighter. She quickened her pace and called out, "Young Master Li!"

Upon hearing Liuli's voice, Li Molin was overjoyed. He quickly turned around and exclaimed in delight, "Liuli!"

Seeing familiar faces in the vast fog brought Liuli a sense of peace. She strode over to Li Molin's side and asked, "Young Master, have you seen any treasures?"

Li Molin shook his head and said, "No, I got lost after I came in, and I've been wandering around ever since but haven't seen any treasure."

Li Molin paused for a moment, looked at Liuli helplessly, and said, "Also, Liuli, could you please stop calling me Young Master? Just call me Li Molin like before."

Liuli was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

She looked around and could only vaguely make out the thick trunks of a few Bodhi trees through the fog. She frowned and said, "This damned fog!"

"There's no other way," Li Molin sighed. "Let's go, Liuli, we can only try to look for it."

"Let's go." Liuli nodded in agreement, and she and Li Molin casually chose a direction and walked forward side by side.

The Bodhi Forest is vast, and even when it is not shrouded in mist, it is easy to get lost. Let alone today, with such a thick golden mist, more than a hundred people from the Buddhist, demonic, and Taoist factions were wandering around the forest like headless flies, searching for the direction from which the chanting was coming.

The golden mist gradually diminished from the center of the forest, and the chanting became clearer and clearer, allowing people to discern its source: the Bodhi tree in the heart of the Bodhi forest, where the Buddha attained Nirvana.

Guided by the chanting, the people who had been wandering aimlessly in the forest all came to the thickest Bodhi tree in the center of the forest.

Next to the Bodhi tree was an open space large enough to accommodate more than a hundred people. After arriving, they quickly regrouped with their teammates and split into three teams. While cautiously guarding against the other two teams, they carefully examined a prayer wheel under the Bodhi tree.

Under the Bodhi tree stood a prayer wheel about the height of a person. The material of the prayer wheel was unknown, and it would take two people to hug it. It was covered with densely packed scriptures, the characters ancient and profound.

A moment later, Liuli's gaze sharpened, and she suddenly rushed forward, about to touch the prayer wheel.

Those thirty-odd Buddhist disciples were unwilling to let Liuli snatch the Buddhist treasure. Apart from Shichan, the remaining monks flew over at the same time. Some rushed towards the treasure, and some rushed towards Liuli, their figures in a chaotic manner.

Li Molin's face turned cold, and he said in a chilling voice, "All demons, listen up! Protect Liuli, kill all the righteous dogs present, and seize the treasure!"

Including the four demon generals, all the demons responded in unison and instantly engaged the monks in battle.

Liang Yihan and the other twenty-odd Taoists looked at the prayer wheel, then at the Buddhist and demonic forces locked in a chaotic battle. Liang Yihan exchanged a glance with a Transformation Void stage expert from the Yuandao Sect, and they nodded to each other.

The seemingly elderly Void Transformation stage expert raised his voice and said, "Fellow Daoists, let's all go! Help the eminent monks of Buddhism seize the Buddhist treasure!"

Upon hearing this, a monk who had attained Nirvana in Buddhism, amidst his busy schedule, called out, "Thank you!"

The addition of more than twenty Taoist priests made the battle even more chaotic. For a time, the Buddhist, demonic, and Taoist factions fought fiercely under the Bodhi tree, which was covered in golden light.

Shi Chan watched the chaotic battle from the sidelines, his eyes fixed on Liu Li. Her face was cold and stern, and a long whip in her hand shone brightly, forcing a young nun in the early stages of Buddhist enlightenment to retreat step by step, almost unable to resist.