As she watched Breaking the Barrier's departing figure, a strange glint flashed in Miaodi Bodhisattva's eyes, and she finally let out a sigh.
Regarding the matter of the Xuankong Mountain Blessed Land, if True Monarch Qing Yuan hadn't been present, she could have handled it with ease.
The Puchen Pure Land still had a long way to go if it was to flourish.
She had made a grand vow to attain the state of a Great Buddha, but only if the Puchen Pure Land thrived would she have even a sliver of a chance to glimpse a Buddha Position.
At this thought, Miaodi Bodhisattva's Golden Body began to radiate a glazed halo, and her Twelfth-Grade Lotus Platform slowly rotated in the void.
She gazed at the sun setting in the west as the Brahma Flower in her palm bloomed and withered, over and over.
This was her three-thousandth inference, yet the Puchen Pure Land's line of prosperity and decline remained obscure.
