A crystal Futu Pagoda, clear and gleaming, hung high in the air. Perfect as a work of art, without the slightest flaw, it was ancient and sacred, rippling with an ineffable, profound aura.
"Saint Futu?!"
Great Elder Futu Xuan had been about to continue arguing, but his gaze passed over Qing Yanjing and landed on the crystal Futu Pagoda. He looked as though he had seen a ghost.
The Great Pagoda Art had three stages: Foundation, Form Condensation, and Pagoda Transformation.
Once members of the Buddha Ancient Clan's direct bloodline cultivated the Ancient God Canon to its third stage, they would condense their own Futu Pagoda in their Supreme Sea and nourish it day and night.
It could be regarded as a divine art or divine ability, or used as a special Spirit Soldier.
Futu Pagodas of this kind also came in different grades.
Much like a Sovereign's Dharma Body, most clan members' Futu Pagodas were formed purely from spiritual energy and were relatively ordinary.
Some especially powerful individuals underwent a mysterious transformation and gained all sorts of wondrous abilities.
Above those were the so-called Light Futu Pagoda and Dark Futu Pagoda.
The most perfect of all was undoubtedly the Saint Futu Tower.
Throughout ancient and modern times, only the most outstandingly gifted members of the Futu Clan had a chance to condense one. They appeared less than once in ten thousand years, and every one of them was a peerless genius.
To put it this way, not every generation's clan leader could condense a Saint Futu.
Yet all those who could condense one eventually rose to the top and succeeded to the position of clan leader.
What kind of standing did the leader of the Buddha God Clan have? Without question, a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign.
In other words,