As the last vestiges of the setting sun faded, the final brushstroke of gold spilled across this mysterious land. Amidst a backdrop intertwining majesty and desolation, Li Muhang walked slowly into the sacred sanctuary of this brilliant civilization.
He wore a tattered cloak, covered in dust as if he had traveled a thousand miles simply to seek the tranquility within his heart. The hem of his cloak swayed gently with his steps, and the sound of Buddhist chants lingered in his ears, echoing through Wanfo Cave. Yet, his gaze clashed completely with the warm, divine light—cold and profound, entirely untouched by the chanting.
As he walked deeper, Buddhist seals intertwined throughout Wanfo Cave, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood and the passage of time. On the murals, colorful flying Celestials, Bodhisattvas of various expressions, and exquisite patterns recounting Buddhist tales appeared remarkably vivid under the dim, yellowish light. These murals, having weathered a thousand years of wind and frost, still retained their breathtaking beauty.
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