The Wasteland was no longer as peaceful as it had once been.
Strange phenomena could be seen everywhere. The Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain in particular were especially conspicuous, constantly displaying their own divine miracles.
For a time, they were unrivaled in prominence.
Everyone in the world learned that places called the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain still existed.
The Heavenly Court was majestic, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring.
Spirit Mountain was compassionate, and the Buddha Realm resonated for three thousand li.
Only the underworld looked rather pitiful, giving off black mist as it stood alone in a corner, broken and dilapidated, without the slightest sense of threat. Only Yang Yun, standing atop the underworld's projection, had some presence, letting people know that this mysterious organization had ruthless figures as well.
"Long Ear, tell me about those companions of yours at Spirit Mountain whom you know well?"
Wang Ye sat atop a huge boulder and asked lightly.
Long Ear's phantom floated out from the relic on Wang Ye's wrist. After pondering for a moment, he shook his head. "There's no one I'm particularly close to."
"You should know that my position in Spirit Mountain was rather awkward. I didn't have many friends around me either."
"They all thought I'd only managed to obtain this Buddha position through underhanded means."
"So they usually ignored me."
"You know, if you act carefree and a little cowardly, there won't be any problems."
"Mm, that was about it. I did take on a few disciples back then, which made things convenient, but they're all dead now. They won't leave behind any clues."
Wang Ye was speechless upon hearing Long Ear's words.
Wasn't this just the profile of a complete nobody? No one paid attention to him. How was he supposed to infiltrate