"Amitabha, the Pure Land has come to visit, please welcome us warmly!"
Thunder suddenly rang out in the external world, and a deep voice suddenly descended, causing the cultivators in the hall to feel dizzy and see stars.
Ying Wen thought to himself that this was trouble. They had been summoned for ransom because the disciples had secretly communicated with the Pure Land. Regardless of the truth, that monk was already dead within this forbidden zone.
It was only a matter of time before they were sought out by a high monk, but to think it happened so soon. Doesn't this mean the Twelve Domains and the Pure Land are coming into direct conflict?
How should they position themselves? Should they protect themselves by being wise, or seize this opportunity to choose a side?
"The Pure Land is here so quickly; the one who came should be the monks from the Cold Moon Temple."
"Just as well, we can take this opportunity to test their depth."