These were the ruins of an ancient Buddhist battlefield.

There were once countless Bodhisattvas and great Buddhas fighting here, and from the traces the front of the ruins left behind, one could imagine the tragic war at that time.

The fallen statue was still as vivid as ever, even after so many years. Spots of Buddha's intent were scattered, but they were very small, almost negligible.

"This is the real body of the Bodhisattva!"

Alex was shocked. That was no statue, but the bodhisattva's real flesh, petrified after death in battle. It had always existed there.

There was also a massive head that rolled down to the corner of the ground, once a living person.

"Who actually did all these?"

"So many Bodhisattvas have fallen here. This should be some Buddhist kingdom, but it had been broken into ruins. The Bodhisattvas had their heads severed, and gods and Buddhas fell to the ground. What really happened back then?"

Alex was shocked, but more than that, he wanted to know what this p