The Great Nether Wastes Wilds.
Blue-Yellow intermingled.
After many years, the Pure Land manifested in the world once more. Even here, in the [Devouring-Virtue Pure Land], ranked among the foremost Lands of Light, countless golden strands of vow power could be seen weaving through it like rainbow radiance.
There were no Bodhi or Diamond seats within, only a great vermilion boar lying there.
The beast stood as tall as a tower and was larger than a palace. Its tusks resembled long blades, and golden mystic patterns ran along its back, carrying abundant meanings of peace and prosperity. Yet wherever its feet fell, a deep chill lingered, silent as winter.
A speck of azure-gold light approached from afar.
The Vermilion Boar growled and transformed on the spot into a man in an Azure-Yellow Daoist Robe. With thin brows, sharp eyes, and a solemn expression, he walked out of the Pure Land.
He was the former master of the Green-Waste Dao, [Ji Huo] Wei Zhaojia.
"Who goes there?"
Though he still looked like an immortal cultivator, he had invested all his divine abilities, cultivation, and allotted fortune into the Buddha Land. Merely by attaching himself beneath that Grave Sheep's seat, he had effortlessly become a great worthy of Bodhi's third tier!
As one bearing the fortune of the Vermilion Boar, he was already perfectly suited to this Devouring-Virtue Pure Land. He had even retained a great many Immortal Dao methods, so the approaching speck of light did not frighten him.
Not a Great True Person. Only Purple Mansion late stage.
"Lesser Yang..."
Wei Zhaojia sensed the affiliation of that trace of presence, and his expression finally grew more solemn. Cultivators of the Four Symbols Tradition could never be judged by ordinary standards, especially those cultivating Lesser Yang under the present circumstances-
That