In just ten short years, storms began to gather in the Earth Immortal Realm. The rise of Buddhism's spread was like Stars Ignite Prairie Fire, unstoppable.
The Western Continent was thoroughly suffused with Buddha Light. Upon Spirit Mountain stood tens of thousands of lotus thrones—Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Vajras.
This was the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
All beings remembered the name Bitter Monk once more, this Great Divine Powers who was merciful and compassionate, who delivered all the lost.
Over those ten years, Buddhism's fortune surged more than threefold, faintly showing signs of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Mystic Sect.
At the Eight Sceneries Palace of Shouyang Mountain, Taishang opened his eyes from the Taiqing illusion realm. The azure ox let out a low moo, while the Taiji Diagram slowly revolved before him.
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye to him. Buddhism's rampant expansion and its spread in every direction all lay within his sight.
"Ten years, and they can no longer hold back."
Taishang's voice was calm, concealing a chill that saw through eternity.
It seemed that the Buddhism of the Two Sages of the West ultimately had no desire to remain confined to one corner of the Earth Immortal Realm.
He raised his gaze toward the human territories of the east. Buddhist chants had already drifted into the Eastern Lands along rivers and mountains.
He looked toward the hundred thousand mountains, where Buddha Light was already concealed within the demon clouds;
He looked toward the Four Seas Eight Wastelands, where undercurrents within the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans had likewise been stirred by Buddhism.
The arrangement of the eight great fortunes had been thrown off balance by Buddhism's mad growth over ten years.
Taishang slowly rose to his feet, purple qi flowing around him.