Since he knew he had not landed in the wrong place and had learned Buddha Seal Ming King's exact whereabouts, Ji Yuan did not waste any time. He planned to head straight for the Hengsha Mountain Range. Though he did not know what the mountain range looked like, flying sixteen hundred li north should make its location clear.
Naturally, Ji Yuan did not rise into the air directly from the temple. He followed the way he had come and left the temple before mounting the clouds. Along the way, he saw many worshippers paying homage to Buddha, and he also saw that old man from before holding an incense stick and sincerely kowtowing before a Buddhist hall.
Sixteen hundred li was quite close for Ji Yuan. Even out of respect, without racing through the sky, he reached roughly the right area in less than half a day. Following the direction where Buddha's Light flourished most brilliantly, Ji Yuan naturally found the Hengsha Mountain Range.
After seeing the state of that mountain range, Ji Yuan understood the origin of its name. The distant mountains rose and fell, yet there were no towering peaks. Nor was there much greenery within them. Instead, everything was a glittering gold, as though countless grains of Gold Sand had gathered into dunes after dunes, yet these dunes were remarkably firm.
As for whether this gold was the sand's original color or a hue steeped in Buddhist resonance and Buddha's Light, that was impossible to know.
As he approached that expanse of Hengsha, Ji Yuan had already descended from the sky. Buddhist grounds dotted the mountains, countless Buddhist cultivators chanted scriptures, endless Buddha's Light rose from every corner of the range, and passing bhikkhus were too numerous to count. Yet just as outside, there were scarcely any