Mount Sumeru had inspired countless legends throughout the ages. Buddhism's foundational sacred mountain towered into the clouds-one could even say it pierced the firmament and rose straight into the stars. The sun, moon, and stars revolved around it. It was truly the stuff of myth.
Mount Sumeru was worshipped not only in the Western Desert. Buddhist lineages existed on many inhabited worlds throughout the Great Universe. Droplets of faith gathered from the four seas and eight wildernesses, becoming an endlessly surging river that ignored the distances between myriad domains. Like an ocean embracing a hundred rivers, it created a magnificent spectacle.
This was the accumulation of hundreds of thousands of years. Its immensity was a power on the scale of the Great Universe. Compared with the Buddhist Sect's faith, the Divine Realm on the Other Shore was a little shaman facing a great shaman. With only a single Ancient Life Star, it fell far, far short.
"Namo Amitabha Buddha!"
The Four Heavenly Kings, Eight Dharma Protectors, heavenly Arhats, and Bodhisattvas great and small pressed their palms together and chanted in unison. Their sacred countenances were solemn and incomparably holy. The golden mountain radiated immortal light; every blade of grass and every tree acquired Buddha-nature, nourished through and through by its radiance.
This sacred mountain was profoundly mysterious. Even an ordinary mortal standing on Mount Sumeru could not be harmed in the slightest by a Great Saint. If a peerless Divine Monk presided over it and received the blessing of faith, he could certainly fight a Quasi-Emperor.
"We pay our respects to the Future Buddha Patriarch."
An old monk with white eyebrows led the heavenly Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, and Ancestral King protectors in a grand bow. Mount Sumeru possessed extraordinary reserves. Now that the Azure Emperor's Dao had dispersed, those once