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At the center of the Demonstration Platform, the withered old monk on the White Jade Lotus Platform did not say much. He simply tapped the seemingly ordinary Nine-Ring Scepter in his hand.

CLANG—!

A clear, melodious ring of metal resounded, instantly washing over the entire platform and silencing every whisper of ambient noise.

The five hundred Arhats’ expressions turned solemn, their gazes converging.

The old monk’s eyelids remained lowered. He did not speak, yet a grand, deep Sanskrit chant that resonated directly in the depths of everyone’s soul began to flow forth:

"Buddha Sons, for today’s Dharma assembly, allow this old monk to offer a humble insight to start the discussion. Let us speak on the nature of ’Immovable.’"

His voice was serene, yet every word landed like a pearl on a jade plate, carrying a peculiar sense of resolve and authority.

"In our Buddhist Sect, there is a Wisdom King Venerable named Acalanatha, ’The Immovable.’ He is the foremost of all Wisdom King Venerables. He manifests a wrathful form, wields the Wisdom Sword Rope, guards the eight directions, and vanquishes all demonic obstacles..."

As the old monk spoke, the space around him began to subtly change.

He did not intentionally channel his Magical Power, yet his incredibly pure enlightenment in Buddhist Skill and profound understanding of the Acalanatha Dharma Lineage triggered a resonance with the unseen principles of the Dharma.

A deep, dark-golden halo emerged from his withered body. It was not blinding, but it felt as substantial as the earth and as solid as a Vajra.

Within the halo, the faint phantom of a Wisdom King emerged—three-headed and six-armed, wreathed in azure flames, its face majestic and wrathful.

Though it was merely an outline, the immense aura of one who could suppress all and remain forever unshakable had already permeated the air, causing many of the Arhats present to adopt solemn expressions.

The old monk was not lecturing on specific methods for cultivating Divine Techniques, but on how the true meaning of "Immovable" integrated with the cultivation of one’s disposition and the fundamental wisdom of Buddhist Skill.

He spoke of how "external circumstances are as fleeting as clouds; if the heart remains Immovable, it becomes a Pure Land." He discussed how "vanquishing inner demons and delusions requires the unmoving sword of fundamental wisdom." He concluded by touching upon "perceiving the constant, Immovable, self-nature of the Buddha-mind amidst the transformations of all phenomena."

His words were exquisite, cutting straight to the core of the matter. Many of his principles addressed common points of confusion and pitfalls encountered in cultivation.

Many Arhats on the platform were utterly entranced, their expressions shifting between sudden enlightenment and brows furrowed in deep contemplation.

Some even had their surrounding Dharma Aspects subtly adjust and evolve with the lecture, a clear sign that they had gained new insights.

Qi Yun also listened with rapt attention.

With his Primordial True Body as a base, he simulated the Magic Intent of the Great Brightness Sect, and he already possessed a considerable foundation in understanding the Buddhist Dao.

Now, listening to this orthodox, High Tier Buddhist Cultivator expound on the core essence of the Acalanatha lineage, many points that had once been vague to him suddenly became crystal clear.

He gained a more direct and profound insight into Buddhist Sect concepts like "Samadhi and Wisdom Equal Maintenance" and "revealing a heart of Compassion through a powerful form."

The clear Light Appearance behind his head pulsed gently in rhythm with the lecture, the radiance at its edge seeming to grow a few shades more condensed and pure.

The old monk’s sermon continued for about half an hour before he slowly trailed off.

The phantom of Acalanatha faded in its wake.

It left only a lingering resonance in the air that calmed the heart and focused the spirit.

"My humble opinion was merely an introduction.

Buddha Sons, please feel free to express your own views and discuss these profound principles."

The old monk raised his eyelids, his serene gaze sweeping across the entire platform.

After a brief silence, an Arhat was the first to rise. He wore a crimson kasaya, had a dark, ruddy complexion, and an aura that blazed like fire. He put his palms together and said:

"Excellent! I have listened to the Venerable One speak on ’Immovable.’

I was deeply moved and wish to speak on the relationship between ’Fierce Fire’ and ’Compassion.’

I will offer my humble opinion and ask my fellow brothers to provide their corrections."

He did not ascend the platform, but simply stood where he was. His voice was sonorous, and a crimson Buddha Light naturally rose around him.

Within the light, red lotuses seemed to bloom and fade, illustrating the profound principle of "using the fire of wrath to burn away the kindling of affliction, transforming it into the cool, clear realm of the red lotus."

His Dharma Lineage was clearly quite different from that of "the Immovable."

He followed a path that used fierce external manifestations to purify the inner self, turning poison into wisdom.

When he finished, a nun with a pale complexion and an aura as cold and clear as the moon immediately rose. Her voice was gentle, yet distinct:

"Senior Brother spoke of Fierce Fire and Compassion. I believe the true meaning can also be found within the Moonlight Samadhi.

The mind is like the moon, its cool light illuminating all. Afflictions and defilements are not burned away, but are purified and dispelled upon contact..."

A phantom of a cold, lunar wheel appeared around her, casting a tranquil glow and illustrating another cultivation path: one of overcoming hardness with softness, and motion with stillness.

From this point on, it was as if a floodgate had opened.

One after another, the Arhats rose to speak. Some expounded on the core tenets of their own Dharma Lineages, while others questioned, supplemented, or expanded upon the points made by previous speakers. The topics they covered were all-encompassing.

Some spoke of the sharpness of Vajra Prajna, which shatters all illusions.

Others discussed the boundless, all-encompassing nature of the Lotus Treasure Realm.

Some debated the compassionate, skillful means of the Medicine Buddha Glaze in healing the suffering of all living beings.

Others argued the intricate precision of Causality and Interdependence...

No one held anything back. No one clung to sectarian biases.

They generously shared their profound understanding of Buddhist Skill, their unique insights gained through cultivation, and even their innovative interpretations of ancient scriptures.

When opinions differed, it would spark fierce but always courteous debates.

The core tenets of Buddhist Skill clashed and intertwined in the air, manifesting as all sorts of wondrous phenomena:

At times, a Vajra Pestle and a lotus flower would intersect, a union of hardness and softness.

At other times, phantoms of a Furious Wisdom King and a Low-Browed Bodhisattva would coexist, jointly demonstrating the unity of compassion and authority.

Then, countless golden Sanskrit characters would cascade like a waterfall, reassembling to demonstrate the profound principle of dependent origination and emptiness.

At other moments, the Zen chants of Celestial Dragons and the beautiful songs of Jaling Pingjia would arise from the void, harmonizing with the profound arguments...

’They’re... really just debating the Dao and discussing the Dharma with each other...’

At first, Qi Yun was on high alert. He had assumed that this Dharma assembly, with its five hundred Arhats, might be a front—a public debate concealing a private agenda to unify ideology, assign tasks, or even plan secret operations.

He listened intently to every word, observing each subtle expression and fluctuation of aura, trying to peel back the layers to find some hidden message.

But as time went on, as Arhat after Arhat rose to speak, and one purely academic debate after another unfolded—focusing solely on Buddhist doctrine and the intricacies of cultivation—Qi Yun’s astonishment grew.

There were no coded words, no cryptic commands, not a single mention of the current state of affairs.

There was only a devout exploration of the supreme Buddhist Skill, a fervent pursuit of the true meaning of cultivation, and the unreserved sharing and sharpening of ideas among fellow practitioners.

’This atmosphere... it’s so pure it feels almost unreal.’

After all, whether it was within the Righteous Sects or at secret gatherings of the Northwest Demon Sect’s experts...

...such meetings were always fraught with exchanges of interests, factional power struggles, and veiled, probing remarks.

A gathering of so many high-level cultivators engaged in nothing but a pure, high-level academic exchange was practically unheard of.

Gradually, Qi Yun found himself irresistibly drawn into this high-level feast of the Buddhist Dao.

Five hundred Foundation Establishment Arhats—that meant five hundred different paths of cultivation and five hundred profound, unique understandings of Buddhist Skill.

Their open-hearted exchange unfolded before him like a vast, panoramic tapestry of Buddhist Dao cultivation.

Many intricacies of the Buddhist Sect he had never considered, or which had once stumped him, were now being illuminated by discussions from countless different angles.

His own simulated Magic Intent from the Great Brightness Sect, by being compared and contrasted with the essences of these various Dharma Lineages, grew more rounded and transparent, even giving rise to new insights.

As he listened and understood, the Great Light Appearance behind his head began to undergo a subtle, wondrous transformation.

Within the halo of pure white light, faint, flowing golden patterns began to appear—like lotuses opening and closing, like Sanskrit characters forming and fading, even manifesting the miniature, shifting silhouettes of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

Though they vanished in an instant, they revealed that his understanding of the Buddhist Dao was rapidly deepening and ascending to a new level.

After a long moment, a flicker of movement in Qi Yun’s eyes betrayed a sudden dawning realization.

’Perhaps... this is one of the reasons why the Overseas Buddhist Cultivators are able to gather such a massive number of Foundation Establishment Arhats.’

’Compared to the Righteous Sects and the Northwest Demon Sect—with their strict boundaries, their reluctance to pass on their skills, their tendency to jealously guard their own knowledge...’

’...these Overseas Buddhist Cultivators seem to have no such reservations.’

’Judging by the looks on these Arhats’ faces, by their focus and fervor during the debates...’

’...a Dharma assembly of this caliber is clearly a regular event for them, not a rarity.’

’The Righteous and Demon Sects tend to treat their profound Dharma Gates as the bedrock of their power and a secret of their lineage—never taught to outsiders, never granted without great merit, fostering more competition than cooperation between disciples and even between Sects.’

’But here, among the Buddhist Cultivators, they have clearly built a completely new and highly efficient environment for cultivation.’

’In a way, the Buddhist Cultivators are already far ahead of the Righteous and Demon Sects, who remain stuck in their old ways.’

At this thought, a chill went down Qi Yun’s spine. The initial shock of seeing five hundred Arhats had now transformed into a much deeper wariness and a stark realization.

As expected. The Buddhist Cultivators had been operating and building their strength Overseas for untold years. The moment they gained an advantage, they were able to cross the sea, take control of Nanyin with lightning speed, and transform an ancient Dynasty into an Earthly Buddha Country.

This was by no means a matter of mere luck or the whim of a single powerful individual.

It was supported by a mature, efficient, and highly cohesive system of cultivation and organization—one with terrifying potential for growth.

This system was perhaps their true source of confidence, the very foundation that gave them the audacity to attempt something as world-shaking as "communicating with those Above the True Monarch"!

DONG—

Another clear bell chimed, its source unknown, echoing above the Demonstration Platform and bringing the latest round of fierce debate to a perfect close.

The withered old monk on the central White Jade Lotus Platform spoke slowly, his voice still serene:

"At today’s Dharma assembly, the Buddha Sons have let their voices of Dharma flow, presenting many wondrous principles. I, too, have benefited greatly.

The appointed hour has arrived. Let us take a short rest.

This afternoon, we can either continue our unfinished discussions or move to the Trial Platform to spar with Dharma Guardian Divine Techniques. The exchanges should be light, merely to verify what we have learned."

The Dharma assembly adjourned for a break. Many Arhats, still immersed in the recent debates, gathered in twos and threes to continue their discussions in low voices, their faces filled with a mixture of satisfaction and contemplation.

Hui Jue Arhat turned to Qi Yun and smiled.

"Junior Brother Fa Hai, what did you think? Did you gain any insights?"

Qi Yun suppressed the turmoil in his heart, put his palms together, and replied:

"It was truly eye-opening. I have benefited immensely.

Our senior brothers’ grasp of Buddhist Skill is profound, and their debate is sincere. I am filled with admiration and feel that my own learning has a long way to go."

These words came from the heart.

What he had witnessed today had not only given him a direct understanding of the Overseas Buddhist Cultivators’ power, but also a glimpse of their terrifying potential.

This Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm was even more profound and unfathomable than he had ever imagined.

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