On this day, all mighty beings at the Quasi-Saint level sensed something in their hearts. Their souls trembled, and they all looked up. A holy light shone across the western lands, creating a tremendous disturbance.
This was a hazy aura rising from the Far West Land.
Within the Great Thunderclap Monastery of Buddhism, mighty Buddhist chants echoed through the air. Sanskrit characters moved like tadpoles, while endless Buddha Light shimmered. Three thousand Buddhas, eight hundred Arhats, envoys from the four directions, and numerous Bodhisattvas were gathered there, expounding the scriptures and studying Mahayana Buddhism.
Suddenly, Tathagata stopped his sermon.
Venerable Wen Jing also abruptly looked up.
In the Far West Land, a power at the Quasi-Saint level had been born. This power differed from the light of Buddhism. It was utterly pure, as though one could attain the Dao with the slightest carelessness. Its radiance illuminated countless places.
"My Buddha, what exactly has happened?" Cihang asked in confusion. Her cultivation was still shallow, but she had also sensed an extraordinary power appearing in the west.
"Someone has established a faction in the Far West Land and achieved extraordinary results. However, that place is ultimately a barren land." Tathagata shook his head, then looked toward Venerable Wen Jing.
The two of them understood in their hearts that this meant Heaven had been born.
This was an entirely new faction. No one knew what impact it would have on the situation or what kind of balance it would create.
"Tathagata, with the Western Journey Great Tribulation upon us, we're stretched too thin. That is merely a barren land, so let them grow savagely. In any case, eliminating them will take no more than the snap of a finger." Venerable Wen Jing appeared extremely confident.
"Forget it..." Tathagata sighed and continued lecturing on