At the Foot of Wangci Mountain

"I, Mu Suli, have today attained the Great Compassionate Wisdom King Rank. Through reverent cultivation of the [Nirmanakaya Shakyamuni Aspect], I have gained untrammeled supernatural powers. In seven days, I shall establish the Great Compassion Wisdom King's sanctuary in You Province. Fellow cultivators, you are cordially invited to witness the ceremony."

Not long after Mu Suli vanished, these words reached Li Fuchan's ears.

This was presumably a power belonging to a Wisdom King: once he attained the Dao, his exalted title spread throughout the world, reaching every living creature in all directions.

Who knew how many cultivators across the world raised their heads at that same moment?

As his gaze fell upon Narrow Gorge, deeply embedded among the mountains behind him, a lingering daze remained in his eyes.

I actually survived?

He had become embroiled in an affair vast enough to engulf the heavens, yet in the end, only Ning Xinping had been lost.

How fortunate he had been!

This dazed sense of having survived a calamity did not linger long in Li Fuchan's heart.

He knew very well that the Porcelain Womb Blessed Land was no ordinary place, especially since a Wisdom King had personally left it behind.

Before long, cultivators would flock here to investigate, as plentiful as carp crossing a river. He had to leave as soon as possible.

As for the task Huici had entrusted to him, he no longer gave it any thought.

He had personally witnessed the entire process of the Great Compassionate Venerable attaining the Dao as a Wisdom King, and understood all the more clearly how little weight he carried as a butterfly stirring the course of events.

Once this simulation ended, he was completely confident that he could slip out of Huici's sight for good. From then on, they would stand