"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and lightning. Thus should they be contemplated..."
It was as though a compassionate Buddha had crossed the sea to save the world.
Buddha light pitied the people; lotus flowers revealed a Buddha Land.
The heavens and earth were reflected in a wash of Buddha light, glazed and crystal-clear, illuminating the heart and laying all bare.
Like dust within this glazed Buddha light, there was not a single place to settle.
The Buddha light gradually withdrew, until it seeped into that Buddha Land. Only then did the Buddha's voice—both compassionate toward all beings and as emotionless as heaven and earth—seem to fade from hearing.
"Glazed Buddhist Sect."
Zhang Yunchuan did not need Senior Brother Lu to explain. He already knew which lineage had brought this Buddha-light phenomenon.
"Then next, I'm afraid the other top lineages will be arriving."
They had already arrived early.
Yet clearly, they had needed to travel the road. To those lineages, however, mountains, rivers, space, and distance could scarcely be called distance at all.
This was, after all, the territory of the Profound Heaven Dao Sect. The sea of fortune clouds surged and churned, suppressing certain Dao mechanisms and auras from beyond.
A painted pleasure boat drifted out into heaven and earth. Beneath it, a murmuring river bore it toward the place where it was meant to arrive.
Above the pleasure boat rose tier upon tier of pavilions.
Several cultivators stood atop them, leaning against the railings.
Some were men with handsome features and clear, refined bones; others were women of exquisite beauty, lovely as spring flowers.
Every cultivator who entered their sight possessed an outstanding appearance.
More importantly, they carried an air of divinity that set them apart from ordinary mortals.
It was said