"Uh... how interesting..."
A muffled murmur escaped Gu Changqing's lips. He remained as drunk as ever, as though even the overturning of Heaven and Earth had nothing to do with him.
He lay there lazily, the stone bed beneath him cold, but the Wine Gourd in his hand warm.
Yet, had anyone else been able to see through his drunken eyes at that moment, they would have discovered something.
Beneath that haziness lay a fathomless pool, without a trace of laziness in its depths-only bone-deep composure.
That fleeting moment of gravity had passed so swiftly it seemed an illusion, then was covered by an even deeper amusement.
The Buddhist School.
Those words sounded softly over the lake of Gu Changqing's heart, but what they stirred were not ripples. They were towering waves capable of overturning the cosmos.
Others saw only Jieyin attaining nirvana, advancing another step beyond a Sage, and establishing a Dao Lineage seemingly more compassionate than the Profound Gate.
Gu Changqing, however, saw behind that compassionate Buddha Light a vast river stretching across the ages, devouring endless fortune.
With the memories of two lifetimes, he understood better than any being in the Primordial World what Jieyin's sudden enlightenment today meant.
This was not merely a breakthrough in a Sage's cultivation.
This was... the true birth of a supreme religion capable of standing on equal footing with any Dao Lineage, and even faintly surpassing them in certain epochs!
In later ages, the Buddhist School would flourish, its incense offerings and the power of devotees' vows spreading throughout three thousand Great Thousand Worlds. A single utterance of "Amitabha" would resound across all the heavens.
Even in the Dharma-Ending Era, when spiritual qi dried up and the Great Dao no longer manifested, the Buddhist School's legacy would endure tenaciously, taking root