It was impossible to tell how much time had passed since the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation appeared and Purple Cloud Palace fled into the Seven-Colored Nebula.
At that moment, Dipankara Ancient Buddha, who had been guarding outside the Seven-Colored Nebula, slowly opened his eyes.
For some reason, he had suddenly felt his heart race, giving rise to a terrifying sense of foreboding.
He seemed to see a scene in which his golden body shattered and his lifelong cultivation turned to ashes.
As a mighty figure who had attained the Dao in the ancient Hongmeng era, Dipankara might not have possessed the greatest combat strength, but his grasp of the Great Trend had been frighteningly accurate.
It was like how some people seemed neither particularly capable nor well-connected, yet always managed to meet benefactors, ascend to high officialdom, and seize every advantage life had to offer.
There was no other reason—they were simply good at reading the situation.
In layman's terms, they knew how to pick the right side!
In ancient times, Dipankara had joined the Chan School. After the Investiture of the Gods, he had decisively invested himself in the Western Teachings. When Jieyin and Zhunti rebelled and fled into Guixu, he had once again been the first to leap out and answer their call.
Every step had landed precisely on an opportunity.
Jieyin and Zhunti refining the Western Pure Land had merely been a roundabout attempt to transcend through the Dao of Guixu. Unlike the Guixu Will, which had transformed into Zuyuan and sought only to destroy the world, Jieyin and Zhunti merely wanted to destroy this world, then rebuild it from the ruins and use that to transcend. Once those two slipped away, the new world would still have room for Sage Realm seats.
And Dipankara, after so