The great war had not yet fully erupted, making this the perfect opportunity to head east in search of opportunities. He planned to visit famous mountains and great rivers, using the system to sign in for spiritual treasures and gain a few more means of self-preservation. Fortunately, his Evil Corpse held down the west and could handle ordinary affairs.
He also needed to hasten his preparations for severing the Good Corpse.
Lu Tian pondered inwardly. Compared to the Evil Corpse, severing the Good Corpse was far more troublesome for him. According to his plan, he wished to sever all of his Buddhist cultivation into the Good Corpse. Yet the Western Teachings were still transforming into Buddhism. Let alone him, even Jieyin and Zhunti were still exploring the true essence of the Buddhist Dao. If he severed the corpse rashly, it might damage the Good Corpse's foundation.
How could it be easy for the Three Corpses and the true self to all attain the Great Dao? Although the Twelve-Petaled Spiritual Lotus was qualified to serve as a foundation, if anything went wrong during the severing, remedying it in the future would likely be as difficult as ascending to heaven. Over the years, he had devoted himself to comprehending it and had already gained some insights. At most, after several decades, he would surely be able to fulfill this wish before the Investiture of the Gods Killing Tribulation fully erupted.
As he pondered, his true body had already bid farewell to his master and mounted the golden-maned hou, speeding eastward. His first destination was Wuyi Mountain in the east.
When he had traveled through the east in the past, his route had caused him to miss this immortal mountain. Though it was not the abode of some great power, it had once