Jiangxi, Pure Land of Profound Joy.
In this land of supreme Zen, temples stood in dense rows. Among them was one that was not particularly vast, its Buddha Light resplendent and its bells reverberating mightily. Upon the plaque before its gates were written three large characters:
Hidden Dragon Temple
Pushing open the temple gates and entering the main hall, one could see a towering Arhat Golden Body standing within. Beneath it lay a meditation cushion, upon which sat a handsome youth with red lips and white teeth. Around him stood a host of disciples, some chanting sutras, others holding ritual implements, conducting some manner of sacrificial rite.
Yet at that moment, a sudden explosion rang out within the temple.
"Hmm?"
The red-lipped, white-toothed youth opened his eyes, a trace of puzzlement appearing within them. "Guanghai and Guanghui are both dead!? Only Guangming survived."
His three most capable disciples had all answered the Bodhisattva's summons and been sent to take part in the War of Dao Seizure. Of them, Guanghai had possessed the highest cultivation, Guanghui came second, and Guangming last. Yet now that the War of Dao Seizure had ended, the most mediocre Guangming was the one who had survived.
But very quickly, Arhat Fulong's expression changed.
"This is... the Nine Transformations Dragon Art? No, it's the Ten Thousand Chariots Dragon Control Foundation! Someone actually succeeded in Foundation Establishment beyond my perception!?"
At this thought, Arhat Fulong's expression immediately darkened to an extreme.
Though the Nine Transformations Dragon Art had been created by him, the Ten Thousand Chariots Dragon Control Foundation had not. It had been specially bestowed upon him by a great figure of the Pure Land.
The so-called Ten Thousand Chariots Dragon Control controlled True Dragon Sha.
The Third-Rank True Qi cultivated by ordinary cultivators through the Nine