Three days later.
The Great Zen Sound Temple, once as tranquil and harmonious as a paradise beyond the world, its morning bells and evening drums echoing through the grounds, suddenly erupted as though a massive boulder had been dropped into a still pond.
Chen Xun and Black Bull practically dragged a whole group of Buddhist Dao cultivators from the Great Zen Sound Temple into the bamboo grove where Baili Fengyao had passed away, intending to throw a grand banquet.
The Buddhist Dao cultivators stared at one another, their expressions wonderfully varied, as though a palette of paints had been overturned.
At first, they had secretly been thrilled at the prospect of sitting with legendary figures. But upon hearing the reason for the feast—that it was to give Buddha Feng Yao a "glorious send-off"—every last one of them was dumbfounded, their faces frozen between tears and laughter.
Seeing this, the old monk merely shook his head with an amused smile, without the slightest anger. Yet a trace of helplessness still flickered in his eyes. He might as well let the Dao Ancestor indulge himself and treat it as an unusual convergence of Buddhist fate.
One month later.
Chen Xun and Black Bull left the Great Zen Sound Temple and entered an immortal city teeming with countless races.
Half a year later, a piece of news spread without wings, like a howling gale across the wilderness, sweeping through the entire immortal city in an instant.
"What... the Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance is disbanding?!"
"Wasn't that a colossal force from the Primordial Beginning Immortal Domain? Isn't the Thousand Mechanisms Recasting Altar part of the Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance... How could they disband?"
"Hehe, how ignorant. The Thousand Mechanisms Recasting Altar is merely a subordinate force of the Nine-Heavens Turbid-Spirit Plant. The Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance stands