Tathagata's True Form, the Immeasurable Heavenly God, Xu Qingxiao Becomes the Buddhist Order's World-Honored One [Requesting Monthly Votes]

A ray of golden sunlight shone upon the crowd.

As the light spilled down, Divine Monk Huijue opened his eyes.

He had failed to settle his mind all night.

All because of his conversation with Divine Monk Jialan.

The Buddhist Order's eastward crossing was no passing whim. It was a plan five hundred years in the making.

Five hundred years ago, the Lesser Thunderclap Temple had suffered defeat, and Tianzhu Temple had risen in its wake. Yet for the Buddhist Order, whether at the Lesser Thunderclap Temple or Tianzhu Temple, every Buddhist disciple's greatest dream was to spread Buddhist Dharma to every corner of the Dust Realm.

But the hardest place to spread it was the Central Continent.

The Central Continent rejected Buddhism, which made every temple in the Western Continent yearn to spread Buddhist Dharma there. Tianzhu Temple had taken up the Buddhist Order's banner.

They had prepared for five hundred years. Those centuries had been spent not only preparing for Dharma debates, but also laying out numerous fallback plans.

Some of those fallback plans would only be used when they had no other choice.

When those plans were proposed, they had met considerable opposition. But five hundred years had passed, and those who proposed them had already entered nirvana and died.

What Divine Monk Jialan had said yesterday meant that he intended to activate those abandoned plans.

One needed only to think about it to know that any plan abandoned by the Buddhist Order could hardly be a good thing.

Otherwise, it would never have been abandoned.

Divine Monk Huijue did not wish to reach that point. It would bode ill for all living beings under heaven.

And it would bode even worse for the Buddhist Order.

Thus.

Today, he had to win. He absolutely had to win.