Standing at the foot of Spiritual Mountain, Killing Monk gazed at the mountain that towered beyond reach, stretched beyond measure, teeming with spiritual energy, and shimmering with hidden laws, and he fell into deep shock.
Only now did he truly realize just how powerful his enemy was.
The Western Teachings were as famous as Buddhism, and even Buddhism's gate, Spiritual Mountain, was already so magnificent.
The Western Teachings, their mortal enemies, could surely be no worse.
Killing Monk could not help feeling disheartened.
Yet the hatred in his heart soon rekindled his fighting spirit, and his gaze toward Spiritual Mountain grew even more resolute.
What Killing Monk did not know was that when he arrived at Spiritual Mountain, at its summit, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly opened his eyes.
He was cultivating beneath the Seven-Leaf Bodhi Tree.
His gaze involuntarily turned toward the small pool of the Fortune Spirit Spring beneath the Seven-Leaf Bodhi Tree.
Within it, several Fortune Golden Lotuses were quietly blooming.
Zhen Yuanzi raised his brows slightly and muttered to himself, "How could Fortune suddenly increase by so much for no reason? Could it be..."
Zhen Yuanzi's breathing quickened, and he thought of a possibility. "Could it be that my old friend Hong Yun is finally about to break through!"
Unfortunately, when his divine sense probed the place where Hong Yun was in closed-door cultivation, he found that the aura there remained as steady as ever.
There was not the slightest sign of agitation. This not only meant that Hong Yun had yet to reach the point of breaking through.
It also meant that his previous guess was wrong, and he needed to find the reason for the increase in Fortune again.
With that thought, he began moving his fingers, peering into the secrets of Heaven and Earth.
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