Trial, Severing Thoughts

Within the Bodhi Profound Realm.

The cultivators arrived in the Bodhi grove and walked up to the incomparably miraculous Seventh Rank treasure tree, prostrating themselves before the lean monk.

"Greetings, Senior Mituozi!"

They were all beside themselves with excitement. They had never expected that this opportunity would allow them to witness the true face of one of the Seven Prodigies of the Human Race.

Never mind anything else—this experience alone was enough to brag about for a very long time.

"You are all people of fate, so there is no need for such ceremony."

"For the next three months, this monk will expound the Dharma here. How much you comprehend will depend on your own temperaments and fortunes."

Before the Bodhi Treasure Tree lay a pool, its surface dotted with green lotus leaves that resembled meditation cushions.

At Mituozi's gesture, everyone flew down onto them.

Then, one after another, they sat cross-legged with utmost reverence and waited for the sermon to begin.

Qin Ming glanced around and discovered that only a little over a hundred cultivators had been summoned by Mituozi and granted the fortune of attending this sermon.

Moreover, seventy or eighty of them were disciples of Mount Sumeru. There were only around thirty outside cultivators.

It could be said that the rich water would not flow into outsiders' fields.

Including Qin Ming, those thirty or so people had all been selected from among ten thousand cultivators.

Qin Ming could not help but feel puzzled. That's not right. I've clearly been keeping a low profile. How could I possibly stand out from ten thousand cultivators?

What exactly did Senior Mituozi see in me?

Inside the Lesser Spirit Realm.

When the Devouring Sky Rat, the Silver Fox, and the others saw this Buddhist sacred land known as the Bodhi Profound