Emperor’s Domination

Desolaces.
Rumor has it that he was a member of the main branch of Stone Monarch, always proud and arrogant of his pureblood.
Later on, he became a dao lord and started Divine Stone Ridge.

After ascending to the six continents, he joined Imperial Alliance and rarely showed himself in public.
Some said that he spent his time being buried deep underground, no different from a non-sentient stone.

Thus, his appearance here today was rather surprising.

“What is Imperial Alliance aiming for? Which of the three treasures?” Someone commented.

“Amitabha.” A Buddhist beam from Pure Land crossed through the air and formed a great Buddha.
Flowers descended and hymns echoed.
Golden springs gushed upward in a magnificent manner.

The power of the Buddhist affinity engulfed the region, wanting to grant salvation to all.

Weaker cultivators started bowing in that direction.
However, their seniors and ancient ancestors shouted: “Guard your mind!”

This woke them up and left them drenched in cold sweat.
Just the image of the Buddha alone made them want to convert to Buddhism.
This phenomenon was most likely intensified in Pure Land.

“How terrifying.” Someone said.
Its actual power was unfathomable enough, not to mention this dreadful conversion affinity.

When the Buddha disappeared, a monk was now sitting on the throne chosen by Pure Land.
His kasaya had a golden glow, and so did each inch of his flesh.
It was as if he was made of gold, possessing an indestructible body. 

A Buddhist halo rotated around him, always releasing and deriving the Buddhist dao.

“Pure Land Sacred Monk.” They didn’t expect to see this cultivator here in person.

He was well-respected despite not belonging to any top cultivation classification.
He spent his life granting salvation to the suffering, focusing on mortals instead of cultivators.

Others didn’t want to waste time in the mortal world.
Thus, his selflessness earned him well-deserved admiration.
Today, he appeared for a different purpose altogether. 

Pure Land had stronger cultivators so he didn’t need to participate in this event himself.
Thus, his appearance was worthy of rumination.

“He must be here for Heaven Reckon.” Someone speculated.

“I agree.” Those who had relative knowledge of Pure Land had no problem with this comment.