Everything had always been urgent.
After crossing the Pudu River, Wukong's first destination was naturally the nearest temple, the Right Sound Dharma Temple.
Besides being the Central Province Buddhist Sect's public face on the Western Ox-He Continent, this Buddhist temple also housed a Karma Buddha-Ru Zhong Buddha.
Why a Karma Buddha of the orthodox Buddhist Sect had ended up on the Western Ox-He Continent was not something Wukong could uncover.
Although the Right Sound Dharma Temple had been demolished, no battle between Tribulation Transcendence cultivators had broken out.
Ru Zhong Buddha had not sent so much as a word to the Great Thunderclap Temple.
The Buddhas of the Central Province naturally found this strange, and some wanted to investigate what had become of Ru Zhong Buddha.
The Buddhist Sect still cared deeply about how its Buddha was faring and what circumstances he was in.
Having easily passed the first trial-the Pudu River-Wukong felt no relief.
For he understood full well that the road ahead would be harder.
Chu Xingchen would not abandon what he intended to do next simply because he knew him.
Everyone was doing what they believed was right, and they would not abandon it for someone else.
But when he saw the Right Sound Dharma Temple as it stood now with his own eyes, he immediately felt that he had still underestimated the difficulty of this journey.
Densely arrayed formations enveloped the entire Right Sound Dharma Temple on a magnificent scale.
Some of the shifting formations stretched beyond sight, radiating dense spiritual power...
Wukong looked farther inside, only to see that at the very center, the Right Sound Dharma Temple had been reduced almost entirely to ruins.
All this just to protect some ruins?
Wukong sighed softly, then understood.
Had he not come for these ruins himself?