Buddhism knew nothing of the Three Pure Ones' unease.
At that moment, Buddhism's attention was focused entirely on Shakyamuni.
From the Three Buddhas of the Three Ages down to the monks of Spirit Mountain, all gazed eastward day and night, hoping this disciple of the Buddha would soon return in triumph.
Shakyamuni had now entered the Southern Jambu Continent.
Along his journey, he had defeated countless powerful figures through debates on the Dao.
As he continued debating, Buddhism's fortune rose steadily. Every Buddhist disciple reaped tangible benefits from it, advancing in cultivation and deepening their attainment in the Dao.
All of Buddhism basked in a flourishing vitality unlike anything it had ever known.
At that moment, an exceedingly unusual being also sensed the change in Buddhism's fortune.
It was the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird of the Phoenix Clan.
Ever since Buddhism's founding, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird had vaguely felt that some unbreakable karmic bond tied him to Buddhism, as though an invisible thread in the unseen workings of fate bound him tightly to the Buddhist lands of the west.
With Shakyamuni's appearance, that feeling had grown increasingly pronounced, even beginning to affect his actions and judgment.
That strand of karma was like an inextinguishable fire burning in his heart, day and night without respite.
Unable to endure the torment any longer, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird decided to go out and clear his mind.
He spread his wings and soared, piercing clouds and mist, until he unwittingly arrived before the passage to the Earth Immortal Realm.
"The source of my agitation actually lies in the Earth Immortal Realm?" The Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird gazed at the deep, shadowy passage, hesitation showing in his eyes.
In the end, he sent a projection of himself into the Earth Immortal Realm.
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