The white-bearded old monk of the Buddhist Sect had been expounding Buddhist teachings to the sect's disciples when he suddenly stopped. His eyes, which had seemed cloudy, blazed with light. He rose into the air, his plain gray robes billowing around him. How many years had it been? Since the Buddhist Sect's last calamity, no one had dared enter its territory so brazenly. Who in all the world had the confidence to do so, besides Lu Xiaotian, who had once roamed the Spirit Realm unchallenged?
As the round-faced old monk rose into the sky, another monk in blue robes, his long hair streaming, came walking through the air with a strand of prayer beads in his hand. A short, stocky monk shot over as well.
It was exceedingly rare for the Buddhist Sect's three most powerful monks to gather. Such a sight occurred only when a monk of the sect was breaking through to the Mahayana Realm or preparing to undergo tribulation and ascend to the Immortal Realm. Otherwise, the dozens of other Body Integration Realm monks would never get to witness it.
The dozens of Body Integration Realm monks seated on the ground were also stunned. They still had no idea what had happened. Though they guessed an outsider had arrived, they could not imagine who could command such respect as to alarm all three Buddhist Sect patriarchs at once—and make them look as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Hm?" Lu Xiaotian's projection, which had merely been passing through Danzhu Buddhist Sect, suddenly let out a surprised murmur.
"Amitabha. May I ask which benefactor has graced our Buddhist Sect with his presence? Why did you not let us know in advance? My two junior brothers and I could have made preparations to welcome you." The monk who