We Can Take a Bite Out of Amitabha!

Outsiders could scarcely enter the Bodhisattva Realm. Only Buddhist cultivators who had attained enlightenment could send their spirits inside, where a sacred, peaceful aura filled the air.

In a haze, the figures of Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and even ancient Buddhas appeared.

Their outlines were blurred, yet they felt strikingly real. Buddhist chants drifted through the air without end.

These were eminent monks of the Buddhist Sect from days past. Some had died, while others still lived in the mortal world. But their imprints remained in the Bodhisattva Realm, traces of their existence. Their lingering thought power resonated with this Mental Domain.

"They're all fine jade, every last one."

Lin Xian muttered to himself. If he merged the Bodhisattva Realm with the Human Emperor Banner, how far would its might soar? One wave of the banner might summon Ten Thousand Buddhas Pay Homage and blast the Big Dipper apart.

Like machines, the lingering imprints of the monks issued the challenges they had voiced in life.

"Who goes there? Why do you not bow?"

"In heaven and on earth, Only I Am Supreme!" Lin Xian shouted back. Within the Mental Domain, his Buddha nature grew beyond compare. It stirred with the faith of the myriad heavens and, in an instant, subdued the gods and Buddhas filling the sky.

Arhats fell one after another, and Bodhisattvas opened their eyes. The entire Bodhisattva Realm shook. The reverberations reached beyond Mount Sumeru's Mental Domain; other temples sensed them too.

Mount Sumeru's projection rose highest in the Bodhisattva Realm, but it was not alone. Ancient monasteries and Sacred Temples blazed with light, illuminating the whole expanse and piercing the clouds. Each symbolized the imprint of a Buddha.

Together with the Great Thunderclap Temple, they lit up the Bodhisattva Realm and held open the vast web of faith