Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Amitabha Buddha pressed his palms together.
The calamity on Blue Planet had already reached this point. Who would have thought that the horse betting in the Primordial World—no, the New Year Festival—was actually about to be held again?
If there was any difference from last time, it was that this time, the host had become a true Bole.
"Homage to Amitabha Buddha."
"The main purpose of this New Year Festival really is to help Zhao Gongming attain sainthood, isn't it?"
Amitabha Buddha glanced at Zhao Gongming, who seemed to be playing a supporting role, and sighed.
He had not intended to participate.
But when he thought of how the energy gathered by this New Year Festival would become Zhao Gongming's support, he could not help feeling irritated.
In his memories, Zhao Gongming was also the God of Wealth, but the gap between that God of Wealth and the current one was utterly unreasonable.
Thinking of this, Amitabha Buddha suddenly lost interest and casually bet on a dark horse.
He hoped that, like last time, the dark horse could blaze a grand path of its own.
[Why did Amitabha Buddha bet on a dark horse again?]
[Does he think every horse race will have a dark horse?]
[Why does this choice feel a little hasty this time?]
The Heavenly Venerates in Three Pure Ones Hall smiled.
The theme of this New Year Festival had been decided long ago: to have Bole organize an even more formal competition.
Even Amitabha Buddha had participated again, which showed just how popular this New Year Festival was.
And the flow of wealth beneath that popularity was meant to push Zhao Gongming onto the path of sainthood.
He knew that, yet there was no longer any way for him to change it.