Ming Zhi, the great bodhisattva of Mount Sumeru, had been dead for over five hundred years!
Ming Zhi's senior brother, Xingnian's master, Zen Master Minghong—once regarded as "a man with hope of becoming a Buddha"—had entered the Demon Realm nine times in life, all to no avail. His allotted lifespan had long been exhausted; the Hearing Bell was also to blame.
Before Ming Zhi and Minghong, who knew how many generations of Mount Sumeru monks had come for this bell, and died because of it?
The mountain gate's supreme treasure—how could a hundred generations ever redeem its price?
As a True Lord of divination famed throughout the world, and a great bodhisattva who had studied the Future Constellation Kalpa Sutra, Xingnian had gone five hundred years without settling the fruit, all so that today he could write down a certain [future], placing the final, perfect stroke upon the sacrifices of Mount Sumeru's monks through the ages.
Thirteen copies of The Buddha Speaks: Fifty-Eight Chapters had scattered across the world, and the contents within had already been personally altered by him.
Every correction had paved the way to reclaiming the Hearing Bell.
Heaven's will was ever-changing, and karmic cause and effect could not be calculated to the end. Moreover, this Divine Firmament game involved the moves of so many peak powerhouses; to draw the threads through it was harder than climbing to the sky.
Of the thirteen chapters scattered through the Demon Realm, only these three had ultimately entered the Divine Firmament Land.
But these three were enough.
This moment was already the best possible moment.
One step earlier, and the Divine Firmament game was only just beginning. The arrangements of the other chess players would have been difficult to see through, with far too many variables.
One step later, and