At the peak of Jiuhua Mountain, clouds and fog swirled, with the autumn wind whispering.
Through the gaps in the trees, light and shadows interwove, yet it seemed as if a murderous aura blanketed the entire mountaintop.
The rustling of the autumn leaves replaced the surrounding clamor, and the air seemed to congeal invisibly, making it hard to breathe.
Fang Xiuqi, the head of East Slope Confucian Academy, cast a surprised glance at Lu Jin'an, his smile gradually fading.
It wasn't just him; all the cultivators present knew the reason Sumeru Mountain hosted this Ten Domains Martial Arts Competition: to boost the Buddha's son's fame and suppress the influence of the Five Sects and Seven Schools.
For many years, the Five Sects and Seven Schools, led by the Wandao Sect, have consistently limited the Buddhist Sect between the Upper Realm and Lower Realm, just to show that the Buddhist Sect can't simply be fence-sitters.
Everyone understood this, and so did the Buddhist Sect.
