Amitabha!
Those four syllables seemed to contain some mighty power of Words Become Law. The instant they reached the ears of the million Interception Sect disciples, they froze the clamor and excitement that had only just risen.
Golden Ao Island sank into deathly silence once more.
Unlike the bewildered silence when Gu Changqing had departed, this stillness carried a bone-piercing chill and a tremor that rose from the depths of their souls.
Western Buddhism!
Saint Jieyin!
To the Interception Sect disciples, that name represented anything but goodwill.
After all, the Interception Sect and the Profound Gate were as incompatible as fire and water. That had long been an immutable fact.
Not to mention that Zhunti, one of the Two Sages of the West, had perished at the hands of their own Senior Brother Changqing.
Now he had descended upon Golden Ao Island without warning. What did he intend?!
Almost instinctively, every disciple tensed. The magic power within them began circulating uncontrollably, and countless intensely wary gazes fixed upon the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit that stretched across the sky.
The exhilaration and excitement brought by the Sacred Court Method were washed clean away by this sudden sage's might, replaced by profound tension and hostility.
In the eyes of all living beings, the visitor was Amitabha.
But before Biyou Palace, Sect Master Tongtian still perceived him as Jieyin-the same man whose face bore suffering and whose heart harbored grand designs.
Yet facing Jieyin this time was entirely different from before.
At some point, Sect Master Tongtian had straightened to his full height. His eyes, which had once held boundless sword intent, now carried an unprecedented solemnity.
He stared fixedly at that figure.
There was only one reason: he could clearly sense that the Dao rhythm emanating from the other man had