The Western Buddhist School.
Amitabha sat cross-legged upon a lotus dais, Buddhist radiance blazing around his body. Behind him, a vision of countless living beings bowing in worship was reflected, making him appear especially sacred and transcendent.
Across from him, Zhunti wore a wistful expression. His senior brother's cultivation had become ever more unfathomable; perhaps he would soon step into the Realm Lord stage.
Yet Amitabha's change in temperament left him utterly helpless.
Ever since the war with the Realm of Gods had ended, Amitabha had swept away all the sins that had been hidden within the Buddhist School upon his return.
The Eightfold Heavenly Dragons they had once forcibly subdued, along with certain demons and devils who had pledged allegiance to them—all of them had been eradicated by Amitabha.
Even some powerful figures of the Buddhist School who had committed wrongs were punished by Amitabha, whether they were Daluo Golden Immortals or quasi-saints. Those whose offenses were grave were even cast directly into reincarnation.
That Joyful Buddha, for instance, had been beaten by Amitabha until his soul scattered and his spirit dissipated.
The Buddhist School was now spotless and pure.
But after such a purge, the Buddhist School's strength had been reduced by at least a third, which pained Zhunti greatly.
Yet there was nothing he could do. Zhunti could no longer stop Amitabha.
Recently, Amitabha had even often expounded the Dao to Zhunti, warning him not to scheme and plot in the future. The Buddhist School embraced compassion and should walk the broad and righteous path. Listening to it made Zhunti's teeth ache.
But there was nothing he could do. Amitabha's fist was bigger now, so Zhunti had no choice but to obey.
Senior Brother has grown stronger, but sadly, he is no longer my senior brother. A