Several Arhats had vanished one after another, without a trace.
Beneath the seemingly eternal, unchanging peace of the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm, a hidden and chilling ripple finally appeared.
As the missing Arhats failed to return, even karmic divinations yielded no response.
A cloud of unease began to gather in the hearts of the Buddhist Cultivator leadership.
The World Honored One's Zen Assembly—the supreme congregation that had been in preparation for years since the Overseas Buddhist Cultivators traveled east, intended to commune with the supreme and lay the foundation for a Buddha Country in this world—could not afford the slightest mistake.
And so, one month before the Zen Assembly was set to officially begin.
A will from the higher reaches of Spirit Mountain quietly descended.
The investigation began.
There was no grand announcement, no clamor to disturb those at the bottom. Everything proceeded within a silent order, driven by the vast Buddha Power.
