Buddha Transmits the Dao

Numerous Insect Temples scattered in all directions, each surrounded by over a thousand cultivators. The innermost ring closest to each temple consisted of Liu Feng's direct forces.

The clouds and mist were thick, and even immortal and Buddhist divine senses could not extend beyond a hundred li.

As the master of the Insect Temples, Liu Feng's demonic-path avatar could only roughly distinguish the temples' locations here and sense whether his incarnations were alive or dead; he could not know the specifics.

Less than half a day after the Insect Temples spread out, some had already severed their connection with him, meaning that the thousand-odd cultivators accompanying those temples had met with disaster.

Even those fortunate enough to escape would become lost in the Seventh Heaven of Unending Heaven.

Before the incarnations returned, if a large number of Insect Temples from the same direction lost contact, that place was highly likely to be where Sevenfold Dao Mountain lay. Before Sevenfold Dao Mountain shifted positions again, Liu Feng and all the prospective sect masters had to hurry there together.

Two months later, nearly two hundred Insect Temples had lost contact with Liu Feng.

Among the Insect Temples heading south, two were not far apart, one above and one below, traveling side by side through the dense fog.

Around the two Insect Temples, more than two thousand cultivators were scattered across a thousand li. The Buddha Light emanating from the temples served as their guide; so long as they could see it, they would not lose their way.

Among the immortals and Buddhists closest to the upper Insect Temple were all old acquaintances of Liu Feng.

The woman in red seated on the temple eaves, Lu Yao, had reached the middle stage of the Two-Body Immortal realm. Her obsession with Liu Feng had