The Legend of Futian

As the All Buddhas Fest in the World of Buddhism was fast approaching, cultivators from all sides had embarked to the Western Heaven.

However, the journey to the Western Heaven was long and arduous. Even the place closest to the Western Heaven had to cross a golden sea of clouds covered by the Light of Buddha first before reaching the Western Heaven. Therefore, it was impossible for anyone not a Renhuang to get there unless they were led by special cultivators.

At this time, in the golden sea of clouds on the way to the Western Heaven. A Golden-winged Roc was flying through the golden clouds and mist, but not very fast. It was not because the Roc was deliberately slowing down, but that this golden sea of clouds was extremely dense under the Light of Buddha so that even at its realm, traveling forward was a somewhat laborious task for the Roc.

Ye Futian and the others stood on top of the Roc, admiring this sea of clouds. Above the golden sea of clouds, a peaceful glow exuded a sense of tranquility and comfort. However, under this magnificent beauty before them, as they bathed in this endless Light of Buddha, it was not an easy task to travel through this sea of clouds.

This Golden-winged Roc was at the peak realm of the Demon Emperor, but it still required some time for the Roc to get through this sea of clouds. More importantly, to break through the clouds and the mists, the support of the realm was required. Anyone below the realm of Upper Renhuang did not have much chance of achieving that.

Further away, they could see other cultivators on their way as well, just like them, traveling through the sea of clouds and heading toward the Western Heaven.

The Western Heaven was the true sacred land of Buddhism. When the All Buddhas Fest was near, the Western Heaven would be the place with the most festive atmosphere. It was said that many Buddhas in the Western World had already left their cultivation courts on the mountains and rushed towards the Western Heaven.

Finally, the day before the start of All Buddhas Fest, Ye Futian and the others traversed the golden sea of clouds, broke through the clouds and mists, and arriving at the World of Western Heaven.

Without the heaviness of the golden clouds, the Golden-winged Roc could whizz along like golden lightning. It sped up to its heart's content. It seemed that the Roc had felt quite oppressed when it was unable to exert its full speed previously, and now it had found a release.

"It's spectacular!" Fang Cun looked down and said, "Is this the Western Heaven?"

The place below, at first glance, was full of ancient Buddhist architecture. The entire world was bathed in the Light of Buddha. There was peace and quiet even in the midst of all the hustle and bustle. It gave those who looked upon them a sense of total tranquility.

"It's the Western Heaven," the Golden-winged Roc uttered in a human voice, and its golden eyes looked down. This was also the first time that it came to the Western Heaven. It was once the mount of Great Elder of the Demon Cloud Clan, cultivated in Six Desires Heaven, and had never been to this holy land of Buddhism. The Great Elder of the Demon Cloud Clan came here once by himself but didn't take the Roc along.

"Not only below, but it's the same in the sky." Little Ling looked into the distance of the void. Under the peaceful and auspicious Light of Buddha, many figures were traveling through the air. Many sacred beasts of the Buddhist world were the mounts of Great Buddhas, such as divine elephants, Diting, and more. Many other types of Buddha could be seen as well. They were surrounded by the Light of Buddha, and with what seemed to be halo upon halo of Buddhism around their heads, which was extremely eye-catching.

Here, it truly felt as if they had stepped into the World of Buddhism, where great mighty Buddhas were everywhere.

But this was to be expected. With the arrival of the All Buddhas Fest, cultivators who believed in the power of Buddhism would be the majority of the attendees. Furthermore, most of the top forces in the Western World were also Buddhist principalities.

All of the Western World gathered together in the Western Heaven, which accounted for the grand occasion in front of them.

In the peaceful Western Heaven, it seemed like a place outside of the world of earthly concerns. It was as if there could be no battles or strife here. All of them were cultivators who were dedicated to the cultivation of Buddhism.

"It is rumored that everything is open on the sacred land of the Western Heaven. Whether it was a place to stay or a place of meditation in ancient temples, they are all unattended. Even Buddhist scriptures in many ancient temples could be perused freely and at will, without restriction. Anyone who comes to the Western Heaven can read them if they'd like," the Golden-winged Roc continued. Although he was greedy, uninhibited, and power-hungry by nature, he was awed by this Buddhist sacred land and had always yearned for it.

No matter who came to this land, they would be the same as him.

Everyone was curious when they heard his words. Chen Yi asked, "What if someone takes it away or destroys it?"

"In the sacred land of Buddhism, everything is in the eyes of the Buddha. No matter what you do on this sacred land, you cannot escape the scrutiny of the Buddha, and you will receive due punishment," the Roc continued, his voice tinged with some sense of holiness. Someone as unbridled as he, when he arrived in the sacred land of the Western Heaven, could feel nothing but awe.

"Go down and let's take a walk," said Ye Futian. Suddenly, the Golden-winged Roc swooped down and descending to the ground below. He then turned into his human form, and the group of them alighted on the ground.

The cultivators around them just took a casual glance. It was not surprising to see people at this caliber of cultivation; this land was filled with them everywhere.

All the top figures of the entire Western World were gathered in this sacred land of Western Heaven.

Ye Futian and the others walked on this sacred land and watched many cultivators coming and going. There were top cultivators everywhere, and many of them were truly astonishing.

Ye Futian stopped in front of a building. It seemed to be a tea house, effused with the scents of sandalwood, and the word "Zen" was engraved on it.

"Let's go inside and sit," Ye Futian said as they approached the tea house. They found a place inside to sit, and immediately some monk came up to them and served them tea.

After the monk finished pouring tea for them, he bowed to Ye Futian, with his hands clasped together. He then backed away without making a sound.

Ye Futian nodded in return as an acknowledgment. He looked at Mo Yunzi and asked, "It seems like it is just as you said: every place in the Buddhist sacred land is open. But who is this monk?"

Why would a monk be willing to serve tea in a tea house? And this monk's cultivation was considerable.

"It is probably some cultivation," replied Mo Yunzi.

"Maybe," Ye Futian nodded. What Buddhists considered to be cultivational methods were different from others and varied in types, as everywhere was a place for potential cultivation, with all manners of methods. There were ascetic monks who walked around the world day and night, observing the varieties of life as cultivation. There were monks who concentrated on doing good deeds in the world, which was also considered cultivation. Some listened to rain and observed nature deep inside mountains and forests, which was also a cultivation of sorts.

Ye Futian glanced around inside the tea house. There were cultivators from various places, and their cultivation was all quite high, but most of them were not Buddhist cultivators. They seemed to be talking about the All Buddhas Fest.

Ye Futian picked up the teacup and took a sip. A refreshing sensation penetrated his body, which had a calming and soothing effect.

It seemed that this tea was no ordinary tea either.

Outside the tea house, on the street, a monk dressed in white was walking along the street. He made no sounds when he walked, as he was barefooted, but there was not a trace of dust or dirt on his feet. It was not just his feet, however. His white garment, likewise, was without the slightest trace of dirt.

This was a monk. He had no hair, and he raised his right hand perpendicular to his chest as he walked. His eyes were closed even as he walked. But it could be seen from his face that he was quite handsome.

Quite a few people glanced at the monk. This monk exuded a very particular feeling, and he was pleasant to behold.

The monk stepped into the tea house, still without making the slightest sound. It was not until he was already in front of Ye Futian and the others that Ye Futian and his party noticed the monk's existence.

"Grandmaster, is there something we can do for you?" Ye Futian asked with a smile.

"Layman Ye." The monk opened his eyes, and those eyes were as bright as the stars, pure and clear, but at the same time, seemed bottomless.

"Do we know each other, Grandmaster?" Ye Futian was a little taken back and a little surprised. He could not see through this monk's cultivational realm, and there was no aura whatsoever from his entire body.

But obviously, this man was no ordinary monk either.

"Layman Ye came from the Divine Prefecture and caused quite the stir in Six Desires Heaven. How can a little monk, like myself, not have heard of it?" the monk smiled and replied, which immediately alarmed Ye Futian.

He had just gotten here, and he was already made by someone he didn't know. Was this a coincidence?