At the Zhiming Marquisate, beneath the setting sun that had shed its last light, Ning Chen lifted the departed Xin Yu into his arms and left the marquisate step by step.
From that day onward, there was no longer a Marquis of Knowing Fate in the Great Xia Imperial City.
Somewhere unknown, beneath the starry sky, the Plain-clothed Figure crossed mountains and rivers, journeying far into the heavens.
Star after star, domain after domain—who knew how many days he had walked, how many miles he had crossed? Clad in plain robes weathered by wind and frost, he entered the All Heavens Starfield, then vanished in an instant.
The All Heavens Starfield was filled with gods and Buddhas. It was said that wherever gods and Buddhas appeared, all living beings possessed faith, and the land was a peaceful, pure sanctuary.
The Sumeru Buddhist Kingdom was the sacred land of Buddhist cultivators throughout the heavens. Great Life Stars surrounded it one after another, and Buddhist cultivation there had reached the pinnacle of the world.
Across the boundless sacred land, white-robed novice monks sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating and chanting scriptures. They were so numerous they could not be counted. Each sat a zhang apart, golden swastikas circling their bodies, a sight that shook the soul.
Before the novice monks sat three white-bearded Buddhist cultivators. Their features were kind and composed, as though they were true Buddhas living in the mortal world.
Below the sacred land, countless commoners worshipped, praying for the Buddha's protection.
From afar, the plain-clothed figure approached. His face was still young, but his eyes were already filled with wind and frost, exhausted beyond measure.
On the sacred land, the three white-bearded Buddhist cultivators opened their eyes. Looking at the approaching figure, a glimmer flashed through their Buddha eyes.