"Causes in a past life, fruits in a later one—what enlightenment is there to speak of? It was merely a trip taken out of boredom."
As Ye Zhuo spoke with a smile, a small, resplendent golden cube flew from his palm.
It then transformed into a Buddha Kingdom, suspended in the air.
The sound of Buddhist chants echoed in waves.
Only then did everyone react in astonishment.
They had assumed Ye Zhuo was a demonic cultivator. They had never expected that he had founded the Great Firmament Heavenly Immortal Dao three hundred years ago, stunning the Three Realms.
Now that he had transformed it into a Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, they realized that he also possessed insights into Buddhist teachings. His cultivation was unfathomable.
"There is a complete simulation of the Journey-to-the-West Tribulation inside. Since the Journey to the West, thirteen years have passed—over four thousand days. Every single day, I simulated the tribulation once. This is the outcome that pleased me most."
After Ye Zhuo spoke, he tapped a finger and sent out a streak of golden light.
The light was dazzling. Golden Cicada looked up.
Tang Sanzang within the Buddha Kingdom had already become a True Buddha.
"That is merely another possibility. This humble monk is already content to be a Venerable in this life."
Golden Cicada looked at Ye Zhuo, finally understanding that all talk of comprehending the Dao was meaningless.
Without Ye Zhuo's strength, even if one truly wished to save the people of the world, it would be exceedingly difficult.
"I do not understand insights into the Dao, nor am I your equal."
Ye Zhuo glanced at Golden Cicada and stepped onto the river. He heard the wind whistling like the cries of cranes by his ear.
Faint Buddhist chants drifted through the air