The West.
Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Daoist Jieyin overlapped his hands, extended three fingers, and placed his right hand beneath his left, once more forming an Amitabha Jieyin Seal. The seal formed nine grades, revealing boundless profundity.
Golden Swastika Symbols transformed into glazed golden light within his eyes.
At this moment, his cultivation had astonishingly reached the fourth level of the Primordial Zenith realm.
"Guidance of Amitabha, immeasurable majesty."
Ever since he had once again attained the Primordial Zenith Dao, he had cultivated diligently. With the aid of the Buddha Path and Amitabha's origin, he had finally returned to the fourth level of the Primordial Zenith realm at this moment.
He subconsciously looked toward Blue Planet, and his brows furrowed slightly.
"Why do I feel something unfamiliar and ominous when I look upon the Western Sect joining this calamity?"
"Could choosing the Shang Dynasty itself have been a mistake?"
In the unseen currents of fate.
Daoist Jieyin only felt a sense of unfamiliarity and danger arise within him.
Such a feeling naturally did not come from nowhere.
Daoist Jieyin knew full well that this was a warning originating from the golden Swastika Symbols.
"But even so, we can no longer easily extricate ourselves."
Daoist Jieyin fixed his gaze upon Blue Planet. Their Western Sect had entered the calamity with their true bodies descending. Even if problems had now arisen, he, Daoist Jieyin, could not simply pull the Western Sect out of the calamity.
He had already sensed the changes in the Shang Dynasty's destiny and faith, and understood the predicament his junior brother faced within the calamity.
"It seems I must do something as well. Otherwise, my junior brother's situation on Blue Planet will be exceedingly dire."
By now.
Daoist Jieyin could no longer remain seated. He absolutely could not