Buddhist Formation (Requesting Subscriptions)

Wang Yang's changes naturally did not escape Yu Chen's notice. His progress was just as Yu Chen had predicted—tremendous. He was only a single step away from the fourth-rank position, with a ninety percent chance of ascending successfully before the Central Plains and the Western Ocean formally went to war.

Once Wang Yang earns some more merit in battle, I can gradually pass down the Confucian Path position in my hands, let him preside over the reforms, accomplish the Three Immortalities, and firmly secure the rank of Lesser Sage.

Watching the branches continuously growing from the ancient tree, Yu Chen carefully pruned them, guiding Wang Yang's future and making the road he would walk as smooth as possible.

But just as Yu Chen was pruning the branches, faint holy light emerged from the trunk. Then, holy light abruptly rose from one enormous root after another. Clusters of golden sacred flames wound around the roots, leaving streaks of black scorch marks behind.

As time passed and the roots grew, those marks continued to spread. In the blink of an eye, the point where one root below connected to the trunk had turned completely black.

This represented a problem in one of the Central Plains' arrangements, and its influence was still spreading. A change in the roots representing the past immediately triggered entirely new changes in the future.

Yu Chen followed the root with his gaze, his eyes descending from Milo Palace to a Central Plains stronghold near the Western Ocean that was being shrouded in layer upon layer of sacred radiance.

That stronghold was guarded by the Buddhist sect and built against a mountain. One side of the mountain had been deliberately flattened by the Buddhist sect, and its smooth surface was inscribed with dense Buddhist scriptures. Countless Buddhist mantra patterns