At that moment, Lu Xiaotian could not easily sense the so-called remnant Buddhist realm. It seemed incredibly close, yet also so ethereal and elusive that it was almost impossible to reach.
In these circumstances, Lu Xiaotian could only keep releasing his aura. As time passed, more and more of it poured from him. The phantoms of the three sacred objects intertwined around him, spreading like a vast sea. Then, all at once, Lu Xiaotian felt that the remnant Buddhist realm was right beside him—or rather, after he released the phantoms of those Buddhist sacred objects, the place where he stood had itself become a Buddhist land.
Where the heart went, there lay a pure land.
The sound of Buddhist chanting arose all around Lu Xiaotian. Even without looking, he seemed able to sense a colossal gray Buddha slowly emerging in the world of his divine sense. It was as though the Buddha were lifting his head from an endless sea. Its eyes held a compassionate, kindly gaze that had seen all living beings, along with an immeasurable sense of age and sorrow.
Lu Xiaotian stood before the gray Buddha. As he gazed into its eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into another world.
Without Lu Xiaotian needing to urge himself on, he felt a force from that world lift his body and draw him steadily inside. As he merged into it, the figure of a one-armed monk suddenly appeared: the ancient Buddha Shi Xingneng, whom he had encountered earlier.
Shi Xingneng was now rushing toward the remnant Buddhist realm. It seemed he was meeting some resistance, but he was overcoming it and advancing at astonishing speed.
"Senior, is this the remnant Buddhist realm?" Lu Xiaotian asked Shi Xingneng.
"That's right. This is the remnant Buddhist realm. You haven't