That day, wondrous visions filled Mount Sumeru. A Kunpeng divided yin and yang, a Green Lotus took root in Chaos, a qilin strode through the sky, a divine tree propped apart heaven and earth, and a Golden Crow crossed the heavens in pursuit of the sun—
Ten thousand Daos converged, reversing the course back to the primordial.
Primal Unity meant Wuji.
Fang Yang sat beneath the Bodhi Tree like a divine statue, radiant as a True Immortal descended to earth. Around him, Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind reenacted the Five Elements of heaven and earth, while the Five Elements Divine Light ground all things away. A single breath of Primal Unity gathered between his brows, before clear and turbid had parted, before light and darkness had taken shape, born before heaven itself.
Within Mount Sumeru, Great Sage Moke had ordered every cultivator to stay away from the summit, lest they disturb the Future Buddha's enlightenment.
It was a spectacle destined to go down in history.
Mount Sumeru. The Bodhi Tree. The Future Buddha.
With all three brought together, and the three Buddhas of past, present, and future standing side by side, it was a sight unlikely ever to be seen again, whether within Buddhism or across the entire universe.
"The threshold of the Quasi-Emperor Realm no longer poses any obstacle to him. The only thing holding him back is the cultivation he cannot accumulate quickly. Perhaps within ten years, Fang Yang will truly step into that realm."
Dongfang Taiyi's injuries had healed completely. Looking like a lean old man, he stood halfway up Mount Sumeru and gazed at the Great Dao aura rising from the summit. He had once wondered why Fang Yang, despite his considerable mastery of the Yin-Yang Great Dao, had chosen not to follow it. Now he