The cold moon shone high, the night cool as water. Upon Sumeru Buddha Mountain, countless little novice monks in white sat cross-legged and chanted sutras, day after day, year after year.
Upon the Buddhist platform, the Heavenly Buddha Lord sat quietly, cultivating in barren meditation day after day.
Since the Demon Palace had emerged, three great battles had followed in succession. The Buddhist Nation had suffered grievous losses; two Buddha Lords had fallen in battle, and its situation was hanging by a thread.
After thirty thousand years, the Heavenly Buddha Lord reopened the Ultimate Purity Method of Buddha Mountain, cultivating bitterly day and night in hopes of reversing the declining tide of the war between Buddha and demon.
For ten days and ten nights, Buddha Mountain was exceptionally quiet. Three thousand li away, the Demon Palace army was encamped, and no one knew when it would launch another attack.
Just then, a Plain-clothed Figure descended from the sky. White hair streamed in the wind, glaringly conspicuous.
Seeing the newcomer, the Buddhist powerhouses atop the mountain revealed strange expressions. The Ninth Son of Ink Sect—why had he come at such a time?
"You have come."
The Heavenly Buddha Lord opened his eyes upon the Buddhist platform and spoke.
"My apologies. I came late."
Ning Chen stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"So long as you have come, it is never too late."
The Heavenly Buddha Lord wore a compassionate expression as he smiled.
"Buddha Mountain has shown this junior kindness. Now that Buddha Mountain is in trouble, this junior will absolutely not stand by with folded arms," Ning Chen said respectfully.
"It is enough that you possess such intentions, benefactor. The Demon Palace is powerful, and the situation is already difficult to reverse. You should leave the heavens and take shelter from