Chapter 1075: Immortal Divine Nature
The Western Desert… this was an ancient land of Buddhism… a territory without bounds… vast and boundless, filled with countless legends. Buddhist followers were everywhere, their faith devout, making this a place close to the divine.
Amitabha, the Great Emperor, was an ancient man of great wisdom, who forcibly transformed a barren land into a paradise.
Legend has it that in that distant ancient times, the western region was covered in golden sand, with scarce human presence and sparse vegetation. Amitabha descended, measuring every inch of land on foot. Wherever he passed, Bodhi trees grew, lotus flowers bloomed, transforming the Gobi into a pure land.
Now, large areas of the Western Desert were suitable for human habitation, no longer as desolate and barren as hundreds of thousands of years ago.
It was said that when every inch of the Western Desert possessed divine nature and radiated Buddha light, Amitabha would reincarnate and return, becoming an immortal human immortal, reappearing in the world.
The Western Desert, an entire great domain, revered only one doctrine, creating a miracle unprecedented since ancient times!
Since ancient times, within this ancient secret land, Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Ancient Buddhas walked among mortals, coexisting with all beings, manifesting divine miracles, rescuing the suffering, and it was precisely because of this that Buddhism grew ever more powerful.
Uuu… The bell’s waves were vast and grand, as if transmitted from ten thousand years ago. Then, chanting arose, purifying people’s hearts, making them increasingly serene, as if the entire person was sublimated.
All the believers on pilgrimage were utterly entranced, their forehead bones gleaming white, emitting strands of light that vanished into the ancient temple.
Some people’s chronic ailments and old illnesses were also eliminated.
This was a complementary relationship.
Ye Fan vaguely felt that this Lantuo Temple was extraordinary! Above this ancient temple, a sea-like pure faith force boiled, then transformed into a great cauldron, beginning to refine the incoming telekinetic power, becoming immortal divine nature radiance, blessing the holy temple and expanding into the distance.
Ye Fan sucked in a breath of cold air, increasingly feeling that those legends were not unfounded. When the immortal divine nature radiance spread across every inch of the Western Desert, would a shocking change truly occur?!
He landed at the mountain gate, inquired of others, and learned that An Miaoyi was indeed here. He had someone announce his presence… wishing to meet her.
However, unexpectedly, soon after, a monk informed him that An Miaoyi asked him to return and would not come out to see him.
“Why… does she already know who I am?” Ye Fan was stunned.
He did not force his way in but waited here for several days. Yet, after multiple requests for a meeting were all denied, suspicion arose. He fixed his gaze on the monk and asked, “What exactly is going on?”
“This… Benefactor, please return.” The disciple guarding the mountain gate spoke, his expression changing.
“I must see her, no matter what. I apologize for the offense.” Ye Fan’s eyes flickered as he stepped forward and walked inside.
“Benefactor, this is a Buddhist forbidden ground… you cannot force your way in.” Several monks blocked his path.
“An Miaoyi committed a great offense and is now suppressed within the nine-story pagoda. You cannot see her,” a young monk couldn’t help but say.
“So that’s it. Then I absolutely cannot leave!” Ye Fan charged in.
The several monks refused to show any leniency, their faces darkening as they refused to let him pass.
“Swish”
A flash of light… Ye Fan vanished from his spot and disappeared into the temple. Instantly, the golden bell rang loudly, its sound unceasing.
“Who dares to trespass into our pure land?” A fierce-looking ascetic monk appeared, his wild hair bound by a golden hoop. He let out a great roar, shaking the path ahead.
Ye Fan was incredibly fast. With a turn of the Stride Art, he bypassed him like a dream, passing through three layers of temple courtyards as if entering an unguarded territory.
“Bold demon, daring to defile the sacred Buddhist ground, where do you think you’re going!”
Clearly, this bitter ascetic was an expert. Though not very old, he already possessed extraordinary strength.
“Boom!”
A convenient linked shovel in his hand flew up… the various golden rings on it flashed, emitting a roaring sound as they slashed toward Ye Fan’s back, trying to intercept him.
However, Ye Fan’s speed was too fast. Although this Dao weapon was very strong and mysterious, it only struck the void, not even touching his afterimage.
“Clang, clang, clang…”
The bell rang loudly, and the entire Lantuo Temple was in an uproar. The alarm bell sounded continuously—something that had not happened in thousands of years. Who would dare to trespass into a Buddhist holy land?
With the blessing of endless faith force, even a Greatly Accomplished King would have to stop, or else they could only die with regret!
“Amitabha, who disturbs the peace of our pure land? Stop at once!” A great shout came, extremely majestic, shaking people’s souls until they trembled.
However, Ye Fan moved as if entering an unguarded territory. In that instant, he passed through thirteen layers of courtyards. People only saw a flash of light and couldn’t even make out what he looked like.
Everyone was horrified. Just how powerful was he to tread on the forbidden ground’s Dao patterns as if on flat ground? Had a Saint come?
“Sacred ancient land, you cannot run wild here. Buddha nature shines everywhere!” An old monk made a lion’s roar posture, shaking the entire ancient temple.
At this moment, a sea-like faith force surged, descending from the heavens. Every strand was brilliantly radiant, like a vast waterfall.
This was a terrifying momentum of heaven and earth!
Pure telekinetic power was sacred for Buddhist cultivators, but for those who did not believe in this doctrine, it was like poison and miasma.
For cultivators, this was truly karmic fire. Even Saints would frown, and even gods would retreat!
Now, with the sky-filling faith force descending, it was clear that the people of Lantuo Temple were anxious. Someone had broken through thirteen layers of their sacred ground—this was the divine power and means of an ancient great demon.
Ye Fan had experienced such an attack in the Vatican. The faith force had pressed upon him, refining his flesh, causing him some suffering, but it could not slay him.
Buddha light was like water, flooding this place. Ye Fan bore great pressure but did not stop. He continued to stride forward.
“Miaoyi, I’ve come to see you.” Ye Fan let out a long roar. The radiant faith force was split apart, like a great river surging, parting to both sides, unable to block his path.
“So you came for her. She committed a great offense. No one can see her. To leave the pagoda, she must shed all her Dao cultivation.” An old monk appeared, very imposing.
“Please, Great Master, show mercy and let me enter.” Ye Fan stood in the thirteenth Buddhist courtyard, speaking earnestly.
“No. Your intrusion into our Lantuo Temple is already disrespectful. Leave quickly, or a great calamity will befall you!” the old monk shouted.
Many Buddhist experts flew over, surrounding the place, trapping him in the center.
“I do not wish to form enmity with you, but this time, I can only say I’m sorry!” Ye Fan’s eyes flashed with cold lightning. His palm and fingers moved, and a black mountain peak appeared, directly smashing forward, opening a path ahead, shaking everyone so they could only fly back and retreat.
His entire body radiated light, striding forward like a demon god. Learning that An Miaoyi was suppressed here, he did not want to stay a moment longer and charged straight into the inner sanctum.
“Who dares to act recklessly in our sect’s important ground?” A lion’s roar came, making the heavens tremble.
“Bang.”
Ye Fan directly struck out, slapping forward. A dry, withered old monk, covered in Buddha light, turned into a beam of light and flew backward.
“You…” Many monks were shocked.
“Half-Saint?” Ye Fan frowned slightly. He did not stop. The Stride Secret activated, leaving a trail of residual light. In an instant, he vanished, heading straight into the heart of the holy temple.
A nine-story ancient pagoda stood ahead. Faith force condensed, and Buddha light illuminated all directions.