Dozens of figures stood motionless atop the White Jade Lotus Platform.
Simply by standing there, they seemed to become the center of heaven and earth.
Below, tens of thousands of Rogue Cultivators and demons held their breath, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Even the unruly Great Demons of Myriad-Forms Heaven could only lower their heads before those figures and rein in all their ferocity.
Among those immortals and gods,
the three figures seated at the center of the platform drew the most attention.
"Dragon-Subduing, Cloth Bag, and River-Crossing... the three Arhats."
Chu Tiange's expression grew grave as he looked at them.
Just as the venerables of Myriad-Forms Heaven differed in standing, so too did the Arhats.
He had thought that, at most, one expert from the Supreme Capital would appear.
Who could have guessed the Buddhist Sect valued this Gratitude Assembly so highly?
All three Arhats had entered the Supreme Capital years ago.
There was no chance of taking the Nine-Colored Bodhi from under their noses.
At that moment, even Chu Tiange, a cultivator who had reached the Myriad-Forms Heaven Late Realm, felt immense pressure.
Qiu Yinong, beside him, fared worse.
Having only just entered the Myriad-Forms Heaven realm, she found it hard even to breathe under such pressure.
Her face taut, she forced down her fear and looked uneasily at Chu Tiange. "Senior Brother... what do we do now?"
"..."
At her words,
Chu Tiange shook his head.
Truthfully, he did not know what to do either.
For some reason, after a moment of silence, he instinctively looked toward the young woman beside him.
Noticing his gaze, Jiang Yuechu turned her head slightly.
After a moment's hesitation, she offered a rare word of reassurance. "Let's see what happens first."
"Yes."
Chu Tiange nodded helplessly.
Things had come to