The Western Desert was boundless and vast, with too many legends to count. Buddhist disciples could be found everywhere, devout in their faith. It was a place close to the Divine Beings.
Across this vast land, many places with ancient temples were enveloped in pure power of faith. Every inch of soil possessed divinity and Buddha light.
Since ancient times, Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Ancient Buddhas had walked among mortals in this ancient hidden land, living alongside All Beings, displaying divine miracles, relieving suffering, and saving the distressed. It was precisely because of this that Buddhism had grown ever more prosperous.
It was said that in the distant past, the Western Desert had truly been a wasteland, covered in golden sand, sparsely populated, with little vegetation.
Great Emperor Amitabha descended and measured every inch of land on foot. Wherever he passed, bodhi trees grew and lotuses bloomed, turning the Gobi into a pure land. This ancient Great Emperor was a man of great wisdom who had forcibly transformed a barren land into a blessed paradise.
Now, vast regions of the Western Desert were suitable for habitation, no longer as desolate and barren as they had been hundreds of thousands of years ago.
There was another legend: when every inch of the Western Desert possessed divinity and bloomed with Buddha light, Amitabha Buddha would be reincarnated and return, becoming an immortal being who would live forever and reappear in the world.
Upon the vast land of the Western Desert, Yan Kuan had just emerged from the Great Thunderclap Temple while bracing himself against a wall. He staggered slightly as he walked. The Bodhisattvas of Mount Sumeru had been far too passionate; there had been too many instances of bodily offerings, and he was having trouble holding up.
In the Western Desert, the