"Alright, it is time to head out to the Western Great Wasteland and see this so-called Wanfo Sect for myself."
The Wanfo Sect was a paradise for all cultivators within the human race who followed the path of Buddhism. Naturally, there were also some rogue Buddhist cultivators.
The sect master of the Wanfo Sect, Great Emperor Huizhi, was rumored to be a powerhouse at the Great Emperor level, and he was the only one. Otherwise, the Wanfo Sect would not have been the premier sect in the Western Great Wasteland. However, it had been a long time since this sect master was said to have gone out to wander the world, and nobody knew where he was now or whether he was still alive.
"I wonder if I can take that disciple with the Great Wasteland Battle Body as my menial disciple on this trip. If not, I will have to find another way."
With a "whoosh," Su Han's figure soared directly into the air, flying at high speed toward the Western Great Wasteland.
"Master, don't worry. This disciple will definitely guard the mountain gate well and will never let a single soul in, not even a mosquito!" Ji Ruxue raised her small, pink fist to pump herself up.
The Western Great Wasteland bordered the territory of the Monster Race, which was perhaps why the Wanfo Sect had taken root here. In recent years, members of the Monster Race had been utterly rampant, frequently ambushing and slaughtering human cultivators with methods of extreme cruelty. The powerhouses of the Wanfo Sect fought them to the death time and time again, yet countless human cultivators still fell by their hands.
At this moment, inside the Zen courtyard of Tianjing Peak in the Wanfo Sect:
"Senior Brother Xuanyuan, I wonder to what realm you have cultivated your Great Wasteland Battle Body?" asked a somewhat comical, bald monk as he looked at a monk holding a broom.
"Junior Brother, to be honest, ever since I began practicing this Great Wasteland Battle Body, I have remained stuck in the second realm, unable to find the way through," he said with a sigh.
"Senior Brother, you are already immensely powerful to have reached this realm, unlike me, whose cultivation has remained stuck at the First Level of Golden Core all along."
"Junior Brother, the path of cultivation relies on opportunity and patience; you must not be overly anxious for success. Your current cultivation and strength are not considered low among your peers..."
"Senior Brother, I want to leave the sect for a period of time to gain experience outside and see if I can find a way to make a breakthrough."
"Senior Brother, why don't you take me with you? I want to go out and see the world, too."
Meanwhile, Su Han was traveling toward the Wanfo Sect at an extremely high speed.
"So this is the Western Great Wasteland. I thought this wasteland would be a barren land," Su Han murmured as he stood in the void, gazing at the location of the Wanfo Sect not far ahead.
"I hope this disciple-recruiting trip goes smoothly. Otherwise, this lousy system of mine is going to get an earful."
With a flash of his figure, he appeared right at the mountain gate of the Wanfo Sect.
The mountain gate of the Wanfo Sect was said to be a Buddhist gate left over from ancient times, imbued with the lingering presence of generations of past Buddhist powerhouses. It was specifically used to suppress demons and monsters. Anyone harboring malicious intentions who tried to enter through this gate would instantly be forced to reveal their true form.
At the mountain gate stood two monks dressed in Buddhist robes.
"Amitabha, Benefactor. This is the sacred land of our Wanfo Sect. May I ask what brings you here?" One of the monks placed his palm against his chest and bowed slightly toward Su Han.
"Fellow Daoist, I have come here on an important matter. I would like to know if your Wanfo Sect has a disciple with the Great Wasteland Battle Body?"
Upon hearing Su Han mention a disciple with the Great Wasteland Battle Body, the two of them instantly grew vigilant. This was because unscrupulous individuals had frequently been plotting this very idea recently. Just a short while ago, an old man had claimed he was here to take disciples and demanded to see the disciple with the Great Wasteland Battle Body, only for the sect elders to uncover his sinister plot and force him to reveal his true Monster Race form. Ever since then, these disciples had become exceptionally cautious, even traveling in groups when leaving the mountain.
"Benefactor, our Wanfo Sect does indeed have a disciple with such a special physique, but that Senior Brother already has a master. Please turn back, Benefactor!"
"Oh? He already has a master?"
"Yes, Benefactor!"
"Even though that Senior Brother cannot be considered the most outstanding disciple of our Wanfo Sect, his status is comparable to that of an elder."
"Could you help announce my presence and say that I have a heaven-defying opportunity here and am looking for an inheritor?"
"Benefactor, this..."
At this moment, the other monk spoke up. "Fellow Benefactor, please wait a moment. We will go and report this right away."
"Hmm," Su Han nodded.
Afterward, that monk took out a communication jade slip and spoke a few words into it.
Before long, a yellow figure flew rapidly out from inside the mountain gate toward the entrance, arriving before Su Han in the blink of an eye.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, I apologize for failing to go out to welcome you, unworthy as I am," the old monk said courteously.
"Fellow Daoist, I will dispense with the pleasantries. I have come this time because I wish to meet that talented disciple of your Wanfo Sect. If I am satisfied, I intend to take him as my disciple!" Su Han cut straight to the point.
"Oh? Daoist Friend, to be honest with you, that disciple of ours does indeed possess the Great Wasteland Battle Body, but he has never been able to find a way to break through to a higher realm, causing his cultivation and strength to progress very slowly. I wonder what this heaven-defying opportunity you just mentioned might be?" the old monk asked curiously.
"That will have to wait until I actually meet your talented disciple," Su Han intentionally kept him in suspense.
"Hehe. Daoist Friend, it was my presumptuousness."
"Then please come in and accompany me to the main hall." The elder made a gesture of invitation, unafraid of any sinister plots Su Han might harbor, because this gate was the ultimate testing tool.
"Very well." Following that, the two of them flew toward the grand hall specially designated for receiving guests.
One had to admit that the Wanfo Sect was truly vast, occupying over a thousand mountain peaks. Among them, a few peaks towering a thousand feet high stood proudly in the center, while the remaining smaller peaks surrounded these towering summits, presenting the magnificent momentum of ten thousand Buddhas returning to their sect.
Through Su Han's observation, he discovered that the number of disciples within the sect alone reached tens of thousands.
"The Wanfo Sect truly lives up to its name as a paradise for Buddhist cultivators. The wind and spiritual energy here are dense, and most importantly, those towering peaks emit an extremely powerful aura that contains an endless Buddhist will."
"Daoist Friend, right ahead is the Tianyang Hall of our Wanfo Sect."
Looking into the distance, a grand hall resembling an imperial palace was nestled halfway up the mountain. It was resplendent with gold and jade, and its architectural style bore a resemblance to the temples back on Earth.
"Daoist Friend, please wait a moment. I have already sent a sound transmission to that disciple, and he will be here shortly."
"Very well, no trouble at all."
"I never expected these disciples of the Wanfo Sect to be quite so easy to get along with, completely devoid of the arrogance found in those major powers."
Before long, a grey figure descended at the entrance of Tianyang Hall.
"Master."
"Benefactor, this is this old monk's disciple, and also the disciple who possesses the Great Wasteland Battle Body."