Under the night sky, Fire Spring meandered across the snowy ground. As the wind blew, snowflakes fell from the Green Bamboo, and the gold vines glimmered with a warm light like the morning glow in the harsh cold.
This was at Shanhai Academy. Qin Ming stood in front of his old residence, finished reading a letter, and flicked his fingers lightly, turning the paper into dust.
"They want me to go on a pilgrimage. The 'Past Tathagata' lineage is as overbearing as ever," he gazed at the frozen lake ahead.
There's no doubt, these people have established a foothold in the Tathagata Sect, already having quite a few followers.
The Past Tathagata himself was already terrifying, his strength unfathomable. After all, having mastered the Chaos Force, it's unlikely he'd have many equals in the Sixth Realm.
Besides, he is the senior uncle of the present Buddha, revered for both his experience and Taoist mastery, dominating the world.
