What a Buddhist Immortal Emperor

"Xuan Miao!"

A woman's voice rang out above the Lotus Zen Realm, interrupting the cultivators' meditation.

On the Lotus Thrones, the leading eminent monks suddenly opened their eyes and looked toward the last Lotus Throne.

"Xuan Miao, go!"

Having received permission, Xuan Miao turned and gave everyone a Buddhist salute before leaving the Lotus Zen Realm.

"The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back, and there is shore. Though draped in kasaya and holding prayer beads, he cannot let go of worldly love. Though his lips recite the true scriptures and his heart yearns for the Buddhist realm, he cannot untangle the worldly entanglements.

These karmic ties cling to him like spider silk. If he cannot bring himself to cut them off, he will never attain true fruition, nor save himself."

The leading elder monk watched Xuan Miao's departing back and muttered to himself.

"Old Sect Master, you mean Xuan Miao is..."

The other elder monks all looked at the old sect master, their gazes involuntarily flicking toward Xuan Miao.

"That depends on himself. If he survives this tribulation, Xuan Miao may yet become a buddha. If he fails, I fear our Tianyin Sect will lose an Immortal Emperor."

The old sect master had already seen it clearly. From the moment the Immortal Emperor Qingxue appeared, Xuan Miao's destiny had become unclear, and his future no longer existed.

This time, Xuan Miao would likely leave and never return.

"Old Sect Master, should we bring him back?"

The birth of every Immortal Emperor required supreme fortune. Their Tianyin Sect had existed for countless ages, yet only a few Immortal Emperors had emerged.

If they lost one, the Tianyin Sect would likely suffer grievous damage.

"There is no need. Everyone has their own fate. Even if we forcibly bring him back, it