Tathagata's face still wore that expression that had not changed in ten thousand years.
"Amitabha!"
Tathagata's eyes lowered slightly as he exercised his divine power. Scene after scene swept past before his wisdom eye—Lu Chuan meeting Taishang, Red Boy asking Lu Chuan to help him investigate his birth father...
These scenes all matched what Emperor Lu had said.
It was just as Emperor Lu often said: as the Buddha of Western Heaven, he was very busy too. Each day, who knew how many prayers from the common folk of the mortal realm he had to receive; good believers needed rewards, while wicked believers needed punishment.
Therefore, it was not as if he could possibly spend every day specially keeping watch on the Heavenly Court, could he?
Of course, even if he had time, he could not casually look, could not lightly look.
Putting himself in the other's shoes, he also did not want Spirit Mountain to be watched by the Jade Emperor every day, without the slightest privacy!
Seeing Tathagata exercise divine power, Emperor Lu still felt a little guilty.
Although he was already a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, only one step away from that Daluo Golden Immortal, at this level of cultivation, every step taken was enough to be called a gulf between heaven and earth.
Emperor Lu felt that the character for immortal truly was very vivid: one man, one mountain. It laid bare the essence of cultivation—a person climbing a mountain.
Each realm was a peak higher and higher than the last. Whenever one reached a new height, one would have a new perspective and see scenery that could never be seen from down below.
If he could not squeeze into that domain, then he would forever be unable to appreciate the scenery atop that lofty peak,