At the summit of a lone peak on a vast plain of Venus.
Before a towering pagoda gleaming with Buddha light, Tiangong sat in meditation atop a golden lotus in the lotus pond. Ever since Wang Ping had sealed the spirit veins within his body, he had remained here in meditation. At this moment, he raised his head to look at the sky—the first time he had done so since being sealed.
The skies of Venus were now woven through with endless Divine Art Radiance, dazzling beyond compare. Yet Tiangong wore no expression of appreciation; instead, a trace of irritation lingered between his brows.
But in the next instant, he forcibly suppressed the agitation in his mind with his cultivation and raised a hand to form a seal.
As the seal took shape, fine streams of golden light flowed from his fingertips, threading into the enormous lotus dais beneath him. The lotus dais hummed and trembled, its ancient Buddhist inscriptions lighting up one after another, reflecting the Buddha light of the pagoda behind it.
Two breaths later, the Buddha light atop the mountain surged. The Buddha Kingdom within his Spirit Sea manifested in reality. Then, beneath his feet, the spirituality of faith gathered into a star map of the Divine Kingdom, and the Divine Kingdom Palace naturally emerged as well, merging into one with the manifested Buddha Kingdom.
At the instant the Buddha Kingdom and Divine Kingdom fused, all the Buddhas within his Buddha Kingdom manifested through Divine Art spirituality. They stood along both sides of the golden lotus and stretched all the way to the main gate of the Divine Kingdom Palace. Yet all of these Buddhas had their eyes shut and lacked the spirituality they possessed within the Buddha Kingdom. Clearly, they had not attained fruition.
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