The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

"Amitabha," murmured an old monk with a kind face, as he stood in the air above the sea at the edge of Shanzhou. His voice was quiet but filled with immense satisfaction.

He exuded a faint Buddhist light, like a living Buddha, and any evil presence would find it impossible to approach him. This man was Master Kongjing, the grand-uncle of the abbot of the Wanfo Temple. In his previous life, as now, he had broken through to the Emperor Realm in Shanzhou.

However, in his previous life, the Qiu Long King was the first to break through and ascend to the Emperor Realm after the ancient era. Master Kongjing was the second. This life was no different—Fang Ting was the first, and he was still second.

Master Kongjing thought that in this era, after the ancient times, he was the first to break through to the Emperor Realm in Cangzhou. He was quite pleased, even somewhat smug.

What he didn't know, however, was that for two consecutive lifetimes, he was always second.

"I, the Buddhist sect, have been dormant in the Western Domain for tens of thousands of years. Now, at the cusp of a great era, this poor monk has broken through to the Emperor Realm. The Buddhist sect should now step out of the Western Domain, save the people of Cangzhou, and establish a Buddhist Kingdom across the continent," Master Kongjing thought to himself as his figure slowly faded, heading back to Cangzhou.

In the meantime, the Holy King realm experts in Shanzhou were trembling in their homes. They couldn't understand why so many breakthrough experts always came to their land. First, it was Fang Ting, and now, it was Master Kongjing.

When these two ascended to the Emperor Realm, the Holy Kings of Shanzhou were too frightened to make a sound, fearful of being targeted.

The last time Fang Ting came, it was an accident. But now, with Master Kongjing's arrival, they all felt that something was wrong with Shanzhou's feng shui. They decided to leave this trouble-ridden place before anything worse could happen.

After all, who could predict if the next Emperor might be bloodthirsty and simply wipe them out?

Master Kongjing returned to Wanfo Temple, suddenly appearing in front of the abbot. Upon seeing him, the abbot was briefly stunned before joy spread across his face. He quickly stood and respectfully called out, "Grand-uncle, have you succeeded?"

Master Kongjing nodded, "I have ascended to the Emperor Realm."

The abbot was overjoyed, unable to speak in his excitement. After all, Master Kongjing was the first and only person since the ancient times to ascend to the Emperor Realm in Cangzhou. This was a monumental event that signaled the rise of their Wanfo Temple!

"Has anything major happened in Cangzhou these years?" Master Kongjing asked, having been in seclusion for around a hundred years, completely unaware of current events.

The abbot briefly summarized the significant events that had taken place in the last hundred years. Master Kongjing was quite surprised by what he heard.

"I didn't expect the Fang Clan to have such power," he muttered. The great events from several millennia ago seemed minor compared to the events of the past century. Dominant forces that had existed for eons had collapsed in a single hundred years. This would have been unthinkable in the past.

The abbot sighed, "Yes, even the Northern Domain's Demon Race has fallen under their control. At this rate, it's possible they'll eventually invade our Western Domain."

"Humph," Master Kongjing scoffed, his face full of disdain. "The Fang Clan may have a powerful backing, but we, too, are not weak. Let's first see what they're capable of. If they seek protection from their allies, I have no qualms about taking a trip myself."

The abbot, hearing this, was filled with fiery excitement. He understood the meaning behind Master Kongjing's words. The Fang Clan had two immortal bodies under their control, each belonging to a disciple of a hegemonic force in the Tianyuan Realm. Most other forces dared not provoke them, but Master Kongjing, being from a hegemonic force in the Tianyuan Realm, was in a position to act.

Master Kongjing's plan was simple: "Let us spar first. If they can lose gracefully, so be it. If they can't, and they turn to their elders for help, then I'll make sure it's them who'll be embarrassed."

"Proceed according to plan," Master Kongjing concluded.

"Understood, Grand-uncle," the abbot responded.

In the coming days, disciples from the Three Temples and Four Mountains of the Western Domain began moving in and out of various regions, their faces filled with anticipation, as though some great event was approaching.

The Buddhist sect's influence in the Western Domain was at its peak, but the Fang Clan's Drunken Immortal Pavilion had long established itself in the region, slowly spreading its influence. After years of effort, the Fang Clan had infiltrated the Western Domain, ensuring they were always aware of the sect's every move.

Once they received the relevant intelligence, Fang Ting smiled.

"It seems that old bald head has ascended to the Emperor Realm. Otherwise, he wouldn't be making such a move," Fang Ting said, knowing from his prior experience through Fang Luo's thoughts, that after an old monk had ascended to the Emperor Realm, the Buddhist sect began venturing out of the Western Domain. They began building temples across the land, using the guise of spreading Buddhism to recruit followers and expand their influence.

In his previous life, Fang Luo had no Fang Clan backing, and the Buddhist sect succeeded. This time, the Fang Clan controlled nearly everything outside the Western Domain, and once the Buddhist sect stepped out of their region, they would find themselves encroaching on Great Qian's territory.

The Great Qian Empire would be more than content to leave them alone, but Fang Ting would never allow the Buddhist sect to spread their influence on Great Qian's land.

"While I'm lying here on my bed, do they think they can just come in and spread their religion?" Fang Ting thought, as he prepared to act.

In the past, the Buddhist disciples rarely left the Western Domain. Only a few exceptional youths traveled to the Eastern Domain to gain experience.

Now, however, the majority of disciples from the Three Temples and Four Mountains were rushing out of the Western Domain, heading towards the Eastern and Southern Domains. But this wasn't for training—this was to establish temples and spread Buddhist teachings.

From the moment they stepped out of the Western Domain, Fang Ting knew everything.

Wherever the Buddhist sect's disciples went, the Fang Clan's eyes were already watching. If they attempted to build a temple, it would be razed overnight. If they tried to recruit followers, those same followers would meet them with rotten eggs.

It wasn't just one location—it was everywhere.

The first step of their plan to spread beyond the Western Domain ended in failure before it had even started.

The news of their failures soon reached the ears of the seven Buddhist leaders in the Western Domain, who were infuriated.

"Damn it! The Fang Clan is bullying us too much! How dare they target us like this!"

"I didn't think their control over Cangzhou was this terrifying. It's like they can see every move we make."

"Amitabha, the Fang Clan and Great Qian are the greatest evils of this world. We need to save them all and put an end to their dominance."

"We underestimated the Fang Clan," one of the Buddhist leaders said after a long pause.

"Fang Clan set up the Jiaolong List and True Dragon List in Shengxian City. Many of their disciples are on those lists. Perhaps we should enter those rankings ourselves. It will suppress the Fang Clan's arrogance, and also show the world the power of our Buddhist sect."

The abbot of Wanfo Temple's eyes gleamed with excitement. He nodded slowly, "Good."