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Holding his ordination permit, Qi Yun walked with a composed gait. He followed the sparse procession entering the mountain and slowly stepped across the invisible boundary.

The moment his feet fully crossed into the Saint Realm—

A surge of Spiritual Mechanism, irresistible yet supremely gentle and pure, seemed to have been lying in wait. It instantly converged from all directions, coalescing from the heavens, the earth, and the void itself.

As if it had found its natural home, it unceremoniously bored its way toward the Ancestral Acupoint between his brows, silent yet incredibly determined!

This Spiritual Mechanism held no malice. On the contrary, it carried a vast, nourishing, and cleansing quality, as if intending to bestow a mark upon him, purify his body and soul, and integrate him more deeply into the Laws of the Saint Realm.

Qi Yun’s expression instantly tensed!

Deep within his Ancestral Acupoint, a speck of chaotic immortal light began to circulate on its own, instantly walling off the invading Spiritual Mechanism.

’This is...’ Vaguely sensing the Spiritual Mechanism’s purpose, Qi Yun’s expression flickered, a calculating glint appearing in his eyes.

"Hmph!"

A nearly imperceptible cold snort.

The next moment—

VWOOMM!!!!!!

Behind Qi Yun’s head, the Great Light Appearance that had always maintained a gentle, clear aura erupted without warning!

It was no longer the soft, pervasive Buddha Light of before. Instead, it was a searing, domineering, pure white radiance that seemed capable of incinerating all falsehood and piercing every shadow!

The light was so intense that for a moment, the area several meters around Qi Yun was lit up as if by a miniature, blazing sun!

The golden Buddha Light near the stone archway was briefly pushed back and suppressed!

A few nearby monks and followers, who had been about to enter the mountain, were overwhelmed by the sudden, intense light and pressure. They cried out, stumbled, and nearly collapsed to their knees.

The Great Light Appearance expanded rapidly, its diameter multiplying several times over. Countless tiny, flickering phantoms of pure white flame danced at the edge of its halo!

Within the flames, one could faintly discern countless minuscule phantoms of Venerable Kings of Light and Vidyārājas in various poses. They roared as they flickered in and out of existence, wielding Magical Artifacts such as Vajra Pestles, Prajna Swords, and Flame Wheels, unleashing a terrifying might capable of purging demons, vanquishing evil, and shattering all ignorance!

At the core of the Light Appearance sat a blurry yet infinitely majestic phantom of the Great Brightness Bodhisattva.

Though it was but a fleeting silhouette, it exuded an ancient, solemn Dao Rhyme that transcended the ordinary Compassion of the Buddhist Sect!

Rings of pure white energy, carrying a searing, purifying intent, pulsed outwards from the Great Light Appearance!

The air SIZZLED and CRACKLED as if being scorched, and faint scorch marks even appeared on the stone slabs on the ground, which were steeped in Buddha Power.

Under the assault of this incomparably domineering Great Brightness Qi and Rhyme, the gentle Spiritual Mechanism that had been trying to enter Qi Yun’s brow dissolved like snow in a fire, vanishing without a trace.

Though the Great Brightness Sect had long since perished, its foundational scripture was the Great Brightness Glazed Treasure Scripture.

Its core tenet was: "The heart’s light shines alone, piercing through the mountains, rivers, and ten thousand blossoms."

The nature of its Dharma Gates was not the gentle, all-embracing path of Enlightenment common to the Buddhist Sect.

Instead, they possessed a sharp, domineering quality—a belief that where its light shines, all of the Ten Thousand Laws must yield, and it alone is supreme!

The spectacle was far too astonishing.

The Low Tier monk-soldiers maintaining order near the stone archway turned deathly pale, pinned in place by the pressure of the Great Brightness Qi and Rhyme.

Even the few Buddhist Cultivators with condensed auras, who sat upon the dharma platform registering and inspecting arrivals, snapped their eyes open. A sharp glint flashed in their gazes, revealing their shock and uncertainty.

However, before they could make a move—

SWOOSH!

SWOOSH!

Two beams of golden Buddha Light, so condensed they seemed solid and moving faster than lightning, tore through the sky from the depths of the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm, descending from a cloud-shrouded mountainside!

The beams of Buddha Light landed precisely before the stone archway. The light receded, revealing two figures.

The one on the left was a towering eight feet tall, with a face the color of pale gold and eyes like brilliant stars. He wore a simple grey monk’s robe, but it could not conceal his immense vitality and Buddha Power, as solid and heavy as a Vajra monolith.

He stood barefoot, and the stone slabs beneath his feet sank slightly. Faint phantoms of dragons and elephants coiled around him, their low roars shaking the hearts of all who heard.

His aura was fiercely masculine, indicating he followed the path of the Powerful Arhat, specializing in physical Divine Techniques for the purpose of Demon Subduing and Guarding the Dao.

The one on the right was slender with a compassionate face. He wore a white kasaya embroidered with a pale gold lotus pattern.

He held a string of crystal-clear Glazed Bead Rosary. Within each bead, miniature Sanskrit Scriptures seemed to swirl into and out of existence.

When his long, narrow eyes opened and closed, a boundless light of wisdom seemed to flow from them, as if he could perceive the hearts of men and see the threads of karma. His aura was harmonious and profound, and the Power of his Divine Soul was as vast as the ocean.

Behind both of their heads, an incredibly solid Great Light Appearance spun slowly, faint golden flames flickering at its edges. It emitted a pressure that far surpassed that of a Foundation Establishment Arhat.

These two were the Arhats who guarded the entrance to the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm, tasked specifically with handling emergencies.

Tuo Mountain Arhat’s gaze was like lightning, instantly locking onto Qi Yun. His voice boomed like a great bell with a metallic tremor:

"What monk are you? How dare you unleash your Divine Techniques at the entrance to the Saint Realm and disturb the peace?"

Hui Jue Arhat, however, regarded Qi Yun with a calm gaze. His eyes lingered for a moment on the pure white Light Appearance behind Qi Yun’s head, which, though mostly withdrawn, still radiated a searing, domineering aura.

A wise light swirled in his eyes, as if he were rapidly deducing and identifying something. He spoke in a warm voice that nonetheless carried an indisputable authority:

"Junior Brother, the Saint Realm’s Spiritual Mechanism automatically bestowing its blessing is a common purification ritual. Why did it trigger such a violent reaction from your Dharma Aspect?

Observing your Dharma Phenomenon, it appears ancient, pure, and magnificently bright. From which lineage do you hail?"

Two immense Divine Senses—one forceful, one gentle, but both equally vast and unfathomable—had already enveloped Qi Yun, probing him in secret.

Silence fell within and without the stone archway.

All eyes focused on the monk in the deep blue robes, the one who had caused the commotion yet now stood with a calm expression.

Qi Yun met the scrutiny of the two Foundation Establishment Arhats, his heart completely calm. He had already prepared for this.

He raised a single hand before his chest, performing the formal greeting of the Great Brightness Sect—a standard salute, yet tinged with a hint of detached coldness. His voice was crisp and clear:

"This humble monk is Fa Hai, a student of Ming Xin and a humble disciple of the Great Brightness Sect.

Just now, I felt an external energy intruding upon my spiritual altar. My sect’s Cultivation Skill activated automatically to protect me. Its overreaction disturbed the Saint Realm, which was not my intention.

I hope you two Senior Brothers can forgive me."

He calmly announced the monastic name and sect he had prepared long in advance.

"The Great Brightness Sect?" The Powerful Arhat raised a thick eyebrow, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He was clearly unfamiliar with the name.

As for Hui Jue Arhat, upon hearing the words "Great Brightness Sect," a startling light erupted from his wise eyes.

The Glazed Bead Rosary in his hand trembled lightly, emitting a clear, sonorous chime.

"The Great Brightness Sect... Hasn’t that sect already been annihilated?" Hui Jue Arhat paused, taking another deep look at Qi Yun, especially at his unique, pure white Light Appearance and the ancient, domineering True Meaning of Light that lingered within it.

The atmosphere before the stone archway grew tense.

Qi Yun remained calm, unflinchingly enduring the two Arhats’ scrutiny and the increasingly delicate atmosphere.

"Senior Brother, could something be amiss?" the burly Tuo Mountain Arhat asked Hui Jue Arhat via a private voice transmission, his thick brows knitted together.

’This monk before us, who claims to be a successor of the Great Brightness Sect, appeared out of nowhere, and his reaction was unusually violent.’

"Do not be rash." The compassionate look on Hui Jue Arhat’s face did not change, but he had already begun to circulate a Profound Skill in his mind.

He closed his eyes slightly. Deep within his pupils, which contained a light of boundless wisdom, a divine luminescence swirled. It was as if he were observing ten thousand fine threads of karma weaving and unfurling.

At the same time, the gentle, golden Light Appearance behind his head shimmered, sending out imperceptible ripples as if communicating with some higher-level stream of information in the great unseen.

A few breaths later, Hui Jue Arhat opened his eyes again. A warm, genuine smile had naturally formed on his lips, and his gaze toward Qi Yun had become much gentler.

"So it is Junior Brother Fa Hai." Hui Jue Arhat’s voice grew even softer, tinged with realization and joy.

"In my youth, this humble monk read the ancient scrolls of our sect and grew to deeply admire the legacy of the Great Brightness Sect, whose tenet is ’the solitary light of the heart, shattering all ignorance.’

I only lamented that the sect’s Dharma Lineage had long been extinguished, and I would never have the chance to witness it.

I never imagined that I would be able to welcome you, Junior Brother, back to the Saint Realm today. This is truly a blessing for our Buddhist Dao! The Buddhist Skill is vast, and the workings of fate are truly wondrous and ineffable!"

He took a step forward and gestured warmly with his hand, his attitude a complete reversal from before, as if he were a different person:

"Junior Brother, you’ve arrived at the perfect time!

The World Honored One’s Zen Assembly is about to begin. The World Honored One himself will be expounding upon the Supreme Techniques, interpreting True Suchness, and offering guidance to the unenlightened.

As the orthodox successor of the Great Brightness Sect, you should join the assembly, listen to the World Honored One’s teachings, comprehend the supreme Dao, and bring glory to your Dharma Gate. Is this not a most auspicious karmic opportunity?"

With that, Hui Jue Arhat naturally made a light gesture of supporting Qi Yun’s arm, guiding him toward the depths of the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm, which blazed with boundless golden light.

His posture was so warm, it was as if he were welcoming a long-lost friend and fellow disciple.

Tuo Mountain Arhat, watching from the side, was dumbfounded. His face filled with confusion, and he couldn’t resist sending another voice transmission:

"Senior Brother, what are you doing...?

Why the sudden change? We haven’t fully verified this man’s identity. His Dharma Aspect’s aura might be ancient, but..."

"Junior Martial Uncle Liao Zheng just used Destiny Communication to observe him. Combined with the Saint Realm’s own resonance, his identity has been confirmed."

Hui Jue Arhat replied via voice transmission, his tone one of absolute certainty.

"The last Sect Leader of the Great Brightness Sect was indeed named Ming Xin. Although their sect’s foundational Buddha Lamp was extinguished many years ago...

...about a hundred years ago, it briefly flared back to life for a single instant. The resonance between Buddha Lamps cannot be faked.

The aura around this Junior Brother ’Fa Hai’ is of the same source and resonates with the wisp of foundational light that emanated from the Buddha Lamp when it reignited.

By that calculation, he is very likely the reincarnation of Sect Leader Ming Xin himself!

In terms of seniority, he would be above both you and me."

"A reincarnation?"

Tuo Mountain Arhat grew even more confused and scratched the back of his shiny, bald head.

"But didn’t he just say he was Sect Leader Ming Xin’s disciple?"

"You..." A trace of exasperation flashed in Hui Jue Arhat’s eyes, and his voice transmission took on a lecturing tone.

"Ah, Junior Brother, when one undergoes Reincarnation Cultivation, before the fog of rebirth has lifted, the memories of one’s past life are chaotic. To have only scattered fragments for guidance and thus claim to be a ’disciple’ is quite common.

Once his Cultivation gradually recovers and the wisdom of his past life awakens, he will naturally come to understand his true identity.

This is a great karmic opportunity. We must not be disrespectful.

Say no more. Just follow my lead."

Seeing Tuo Mountain Arhat nod in understanding, Hui Jue Arhat shook his head and chuckled lightly.

’This junior brother of mine has peerless talent, but his mind is far too simple.’

’If he didn’t call himself a disciple, was he supposed to just tell everyone he’d been reborn through possession?’

’We are Buddhist Cultivators, after all.’

’Not the Demon Dao!’

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