In the Jiushan Realm.
The Sword Dao Body stood with the sect elders, including Zhang, looking at Lu Yao's figure on the western horizon, wondering why Lu Yao was so confident that other sects would support him.
Lu Yao seemed to sense their gaze, glancing toward the Jiushan Realm from a distance. Then he sat cross-legged in mid-air, one hand pointing to the sky, the other to the ground.
The Buddhist chant from the West Continent became a hundred times more grand and solemn, like ten thousand claps of thunder bursting simultaneously. The Sword Dao Body felt even the Jiushan Realm tremble.
In the distant north, strange echoing chants could be heard, ancient and melodic, also praising the Thunder Sound Buddha.
The Sword Dao Body looked toward the source of the sound and saw the Northern Continent across the vast sea shimmering with Buddhist light, as if golden waves were undulating.
