In this Buddhist kingdom on earth, temples stretched without end and chants never ceased. Across four of Beidou's five great regions—the Eastern Wasteland, Northern Plains, Southern Ridge, and Central Province—rival powers carved up territory and lineages fought for supremacy.
Only in the Western Desert did every temple revere Great Emperor Amitabha and belong to the Buddhist Sect, despite their different inheritances.
Meng Chuan arrived at the edge of the Western Desert. Countless devotees filled his sight, among them pilgrims making their way to Mount Sumeru with utmost devotion.
"Amitabha Emperor."
Meng Chuan gazed toward Mount Sumeru. This Great Emperor, too, had left contingency upon contingency—a Dharmakaya and a Faith Body—all for the Immortal Path.
Whenever Meng Chuan thought of Great Emperor Amitabha, he could not help thinking of the Buddhist Sect. And from there, his thoughts turned to the Immortal Monk King of the Immortal Ancient Era.
He was a Buddha at the Immortal King-level!
“Could there be a connection to the Immortal Monk King?” Meng Chuan pondered. He could not help wondering. The Buddhist Sect placed great weight on karma and reincarnation, and its understanding of Faith Power ran fathomlessly deep. It would be no surprise if something had come of that.
Besides, the Shrouding the Heavens World already had a precedent: Wuzhong in the past, Wushi today.
It would be perfectly natural for the Immortal Monk King and Great Emperor Amitabha to be connected.
Meng Chuan drew back his thoughts and stepped into the Western Desert. An astonishing phenomenon erupted.
Mount Sumeru began to glow. Pinpricks of light appeared throughout the Western Desert, and boundless Power of Faith rose in mighty surges from temples and shrines everywhere. Like a sea receiving a hundred rivers, Mount Sumeru gathered it all.
Auspicious vapors rose from Mount Sumeru, streaks of rosy