Compared with the Heavenly Court's ranks of immortals,
the Buddhist Gate's hierarchy was markedly different.
Ordinary beings who entered the Buddhist Gate began as followers at the lowest level.
Above them lay all manner of minor offices.
Only after truly stepping into the roaming void sea realm, and then winning the favor of any one of its mighty figures, could they receive an honored title and be called a Venerable.
Above the Venerables stood the Arhats.
There were eighteen Arhat seats in total.
But those eighteen did not refer to specific individuals, but to actual inheritances of fruit positions.
At that very moment,
the Tiger-Taming Arhat silently lowered his gaze. Golden blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he paid it no heed. His eyes held only the girl's figure.
The Buddhist Gate's arhat fruit position was far more than a mere title. Even a pig that happened to pick up an arhat fruit position would, under its infusion, soar straight from the ground and reach at least the initial myriad phenomena heaven realm.
Let alone him, the Tiger-Taming Arhat.
Through genuine, painstaking cultivation and countless life-and-death battles, he had taken one solid step after another to forcibly attain this fruit position.
Below the Supreme Capital, he considered himself an existence at the very pinnacle.
When it came to physical combat, those who could surpass him throughout the Buddhist Gate, or even the Nine Provinces, could be counted on one hand.
Yet now...
Watching the girl remain as unruffled as a light breeze beneath his full strength, he could not help feeling that everything was absurd.
Could the fruit position I attained after all these years of cultivation, after enduring a thousand hardships and ten thousand dangers, have been false all along?!
The crushing defeat that had overturned