Having returned beyond the heavens, Tongtian pinched that trace of Buddha-nature and silently sensed it. His gaze descended once more, falling into a Buddhist realm.
This Buddhist realm was less a pure land than the body of a Buddha.
Amid boundless Buddha-light, a great golden Buddha lay sprawled in the void. Beneath him spread golden Treasure Blossoms—lotuses, mandalas, bodhi flowers, even red spider lilies. Every kind of flower here shone gold.
At almost every moment, phantom figures of living beings were born from these flowers, relying on the great Buddha for their existence.
Thus, every part of this great Buddha's body was not merely a golden form condensed from Buddha-light. Every part possessed its own wondrous nature.
Golden vegetation grew in some places; others resembled rock. Some even directly took on a liquid form, like oceans.
All kinds of living beings dwelled in their corresponding places. Each lived and worked in peace and contentment; each enjoyed purity and tranquility.
When the "lifespan" of these living beings reached its limit, they dispersed into spiritual radiance, fell upon the "ground," and transformed into new flowers.
It was as if this great Buddha and the sea of flowers below formed a complete world.
But when Tongtian's gaze descended, the great Buddha slowly turned his head. The beings living around his head and neck scattered one after another, becoming specks of spiritual radiance that merged into his body. Within the Buddha's eyes was only icy coldness, reflecting radiance of wisdom in countless colors.
With merely a glance at those lights, Tongtian could feel vast quantities of information gathering toward him.
Of course, this information had already been filtered and organized by the Buddha below. Overall, it posed no great threat. Even an ordinary individual of high spirituality who saw it would only devote their