As all the Sutra Illusions entered Chen Luo's Sea of Divine Soul, the Chan Buddha Great Dao trembled for a moment before everything fell calm. Even the light on the manuscript dimmed, settling back onto the desk and returning to its original state.
Chen Luo raised his head and glanced upward. Although the roof stood between them, he could sense that the Heavenly Dao seemed to have no reaction either.
"Is that all?"
Chen Luo had thought there would be some grand development. Who would have guessed that after brewing for so long, it would not even summon a single thunderclap?
"The Netherworld..." Chen Luo closed his eyes and sensed the state of his incarnation. He learned that the Central Bhadrapala Pure Land was overflowing with Buddha light, and Kṣitigarbha in particular had manifested a Buddha Dharma Form.
But that was all. There had been no further movement.
Chen Luo frowned slightly. I've already obtained the scriptures. What more do you want?
Could it be...
Then Chen Luo let out a soft sigh.
The Master and three disciples had only suffered eighty tribulations so far. They were still one tribulation short of "Returning to Truth after Ninety-Nine," and the Journey to the West still had two chapters remaining!
The true scriptures' effect would only appear after he finished writing the whole thing, right?
Heavenly Dao, you really are locking it down tight!
Fine, I'll write!
Surely I can write, right?
While Chen Luo was writing the Journey to the West with furious strokes, in the Southern Wasteland, at Mount Wei Hu—
Feng Bugui gazed at Feng Feifei and frowned slightly.
"Closed-door cultivation?"
"I remember Nanzhi only emerged from seclusion not long ago. Why has she gone into seclusion again?"
Feng Feifei said indifferently, "A'Zhi sensed an impact on her