This strange tree differed from those of both Xiaoyu Continent and Cangxian Continent. Its thick trunk resembled a temple pagoda, layer upon layer stacked atop one another. The trunk was bare, with no branches growing from it. Only at the crown did several-yard-long branches stretch outward in all directions. The leaves forming the crown were equally interesting, spread open like huge palm-leaf fans. Whenever the wind blew, the crown swayed, as though a giant hand were shaking a hundred great fans at once. The fruits of these strange trees also caught Xiao Hua's attention. Unlike spirit fruits or spirit trees, they did not hang from the branches, but clung tightly to the very top of the crown, held high overhead. Moreover, each tree bore only nine fruits. These fruits varied in size; the largest were as big as heads, while the smallest were only fist-sized. They looked exceptionally sturdy, their green skins tightly wrapping the flesh within. Even if they fell from the lofty treetops, they did not split apart.
Though the scenery entered Xiao Hua's eyes, the people within it were what truly held his attention. The common folk of the Pure Land were no different from those of Cangxian Continent, save that their skin was somewhat darker and their clothing distinct. Most men wore short, practical garments, while women draped themselves in light gauze that concealed their skin and faces. Naturally, besides ordinary people, there were also countless common monks. The Pure Land contained numerous temples, large and small alike, all flourishing with incense offerings. Whenever Xiao Hua's Buddhist sense swept across a temple, he saw devout men and women kneeling, burning incense, and donating silver. Of course, the eminent monks within those temples often noticed his Buddhist sense as well. At first, Xiao Hua hurriedly withdrew it,