Meanwhile, on Buddha Continent, in the Buddha Realm.
Inside a grand and imposing ancient hall, a dark-red stone stele covered in ancient runes stood in silence. Profound ripples faintly undulated around it, freezing the space.
The Spirit Vein Stele, an unparalleled Sacred Artifact that had endured since time immemorial.
The Buddha Ancient Clan occupied a supercontinent and ruled over boundless territories. Its bloodline had been passed down and multiplied for nearly a million years. Its descendants were countless—more than trillions upon trillions.
Against this backdrop, the Spirit Vein Stele had come into being.
It could observe the Spirit Veins within the bloodlines of every member of the Ancient Clan. Whenever a new clansman was born, it would respond and record their Spirit Veins, making it easier for the clan to nurture them.
The Spirit Vein Stele had been operating in silence, but suddenly it blazed with light. A dazzling pillar of spiritual energy shot into the sky like a suppressed volcano erupting, and lingered for a long time.
Over a hundred record keepers stood around the ancient Sacred Artifact, each holding a wolf-hair brush in one hand and a jade slip in the other, tasked with recording newly discovered Spirit Veins. They were all blasted away.
"Hall Master! Greetings, Hall Master!"
The space rippled slightly, and an aged figure radiating terrifying power gradually appeared.
The scattered clan experts dropped to their knees and bowed their heads in apology.
The Spirit Vein Hall Master, an Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign!
The imposing, high-ranking elder waved a hand and stared intently at the peerless Sacred Artifact before him. He needed to verify his suspicions; such trivial matters could wait.
Under the complicated gazes of those present, the Spirit Vein Stele gradually settled. Then, several ancient characters, sharp as iron hooks and silver strokes,