Green Luo.
The [Heavenly Fire Bingyang Formation] activated, flames of light soaring into the sky to protect the area. A crimson figure manifested atop the mountain and summoned a Mysterious Terrace in his hand. The radiance of Wu Spring spread outward, steadying the mountain.
To the north, Heavenwater seemed washed in a hazy golden glow that flowed without end. Vow power darted like rainbow radiance, and the sound of chanting could be heard from afar.
Liu Xiaowen knitted his brows tightly. How could he fail to recognize that thing to the north?
It was a pure land!
A pure land was a place where countless vows gathered. Lotus Temple had once possessed a half-completed [Little Lotus-Cause Pure Land], and that thing had put their sect through no small amount of torment.
Yet the radiance of the pure land now unfolding to the north was tens of millions of times vaster than that [Little Lotus-Cause Pure Land]. The upright purity of its vow power and the profundity of its methods were beyond even his understanding. All he felt was a tremor in his heart.
"This is certainly someone of the Bodhi Vehicle. Even in Great Li, a pure land of such power is a rare sight."
Liu Xiaowen's heart gradually sank. The foundations of northern Buddhism rested largely upon pure lands, and as this one unfolded fully before his eyes, the cultivation of the figure presiding within it rose at a tremendous speed.
Lightning flickered, and a man in blue robes came riding the wind. His expression was grave as he asked:
"Senior brother, what should we do now?"
"Have the commoners and cultivators head south first. Cross Jade Flow and go straight into Ancient Sun to escape this calamity."
After a little thought, Liu Xiaowen felt that retreating south was