"Could these two be Tathagata Buddha of Spirit Mountain and Haotian Shangdi of the Heavenly Palace?" Shen Luo wondered to himself.
Tathagata Buddha was the master of Spirit Mountain. He had attained the Dao tens of thousands of years ago and commanded boundless Buddhist teachings, along with countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. His magic power was immeasurable and his divine abilities vast. Back when Sun Wukong had wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, Tathagata Buddha had suppressed him with a single turn of his hand.
Haotian Shangdi, meanwhile, was an extremely ancient Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Palace. He had governed the Heavenly Palace since the Primordial Wilderness era and only retreated behind the scenes after the Investiture of the Gods War, concealing himself from the world. In terms of seniority, he far surpassed the Jade Emperor, who now ruled the Heavenly Palace. His strength was even more unfathomable, and he was the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Heavenly Palace.
Besides the Heavenly Palace and Spirit Mountain, the other five factions—Lingxiao City, the Underworld, Lion Camel Ridge, Fangcun Mountain, and Wuzhuang Temple—were also present. Most of their leaders were people Shen Luo knew well: Yang Jian, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the Azure-Furred Lion King, the Six-Tusked White Elephant, Patriarch Bodhi, Zhen Yuanzi, and the rest were all here.
When they saw Shen Luo enter, Patriarch Bodhi, Yang Jian, and the others acquainted with him nodded in greeting, but none spoke. They seemed wary of these two great powers and did not dare speak rashly.
Only Zhen Yuanzi and Yuan Tiangang remained completely composed.
Seeing this, Shen Luo became even more certain of his guess.
Although Ao Hong was the master of the East Sea Dragon Palace, he had never seen so many great powers of the Three Realms gathered in one place. After