Temples stood across Mount Ling, Buddhist light shining over all.
Sandalwood smoke curled upward, and Buddhist chants lingered low, filling the air with a profound mystery that stilled the mind yet brooked no resistance.
Zhunti saw those Jie Sect disciples sitting cross-legged on their prayer mats, bathed in Buddhist light.
Golden radiance flowed, slowly soaking into their Primordial Spirits.
Some looked dazed, some showed struggle on their faces, and some had already gradually returned to calm, their eyes half closed as they sank into a certain peace.
Immortal Chang'er Dingguang stood to one side, his face respectful as he guided everyone's minds to merge with the Buddhist light, shaking their wills.
A faint smile hung at the corner of Zhunti's mouth.
With Immortal Chang'er Dingguang's assistance, these Jie Sect disciples had already begun to loosen.
The matter of conversion was progressing rather smoothly.
Next, only the final step remained: to borrow the lingering might of the Buddhist Sect's formal emergence and turn them from wavering to utter devotion.
Zhunti turned and left the temple, his steps calm and unhurried.
Outside the temple, Randeng and Juliusun had been waiting for a long time.
When the two of them saw Zhunti appear, they immediately stepped forward and bowed in unison.
"Greetings, Senior Zhunti."
Zhunti raised a hand in a light, empty gesture of support. "There is no need for such courtesy.
Since you have come to the West, we are one family."
Juliusun stood to the side, fear in his eyes.
"Senior, can you truly bestow an opportunity upon me and block Master's wrath?"
Zhunti felt somewhat displeased. In his view, Randeng's results were truly limited; he had only brought over one direct disciple of the Chan Sect.
However, having one was still better than having none.
The Buddhist Sect had just