The True Buddha Appears

The Bodhi Sect had three leaders.

Among them, the Past Buddha governed the Western Continent, the Future Buddha held the Southern Continent, and the Buddha Ancestor seated upon Mount Sumeru in the Eastern Continent was the one who held the present age in his palm.

Even with the immortals of the Seventy-Two Caves gathered here, they had not directly torn open Eastern Sumeru's barrier.

Xuanwei Zi performed a meticulous salute, then raised a hand and tossed out a calling card.

Yet no matter how calm his expression was, one look at the mighty formation behind him was enough to make the monks within Mount Sumeru tremble in fear.

The entire Eastern Sumeru had only some thirty Great Freedom Bodhisattvas in total, including those who had remained silent and secluded for years.

If they truly came to blows over a single disagreement, whether it was the Present Buddha Ancestor or the other two True Buddhas, they surely would not deign to meddle in the affairs of juniors. Wouldn't their great sect then be pinned down and beaten senseless?

"Don't worry. Step forward. We have justice on our side."

Xuanwei Zi lightly tipped his chin toward Shen Yi, looking exactly like an elder who, upon seeing his own child wronged, had gathered the whole clan to blockade someone else's doorstep.

The immortals behind him all wore cold smiles, rubbing their fists and flexing their palms, utterly devoid of any lofty immortal bearing.

They were all beings who had entered the second rank of Daluo Golden Immortals. They had not fought in many years, and with divine abilities that made them undying and indestructible, they had long become accustomed to acting without restraint. If this band of bald donkeys said even one wrong word today, they would certainly send several of them into