The two who appeared on the North Region Continent were none other than Demon Buddha Wujue and the mysterious Fortune and Prosperity Immortal Monarch Lin Cheng had spoken of.
A mere Mahayana cultivator would have had no standing beside Wujue, a Demon Buddha of the Dao-Wielding Realm. But the Fortune and Prosperity Immortal Monarch was far more than Mahayana. As Profound Lord Zizai and the Human-Skin Buddha Emperor had said, the only surviving member of the Qiankun Dao Sect had reached Pure Yang!
Faced with Fulu's challenge, Wujue looked helpless. This Demon Buddha, infamous throughout the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds for bringing chaos to countless worlds, spread his hands, his face full of sorrow and compassion. "Do you still not understand, Fulu?"
"I'm not trying to get you killed, and neither are Profound Lord Zizai and the others. We have no grudge against you. Why would we insist on your death?"
"But even if we spare you, will East Heaven?"
"That one climbed to Dao-Ruling True Yang by trampling your Qiankun Dao Sect underfoot. Knowing his nature, do you think he'll spare a Qiankun remnant like you once his cultivation stabilizes?"
Those words silenced Fulu. Wujue had struck his most vulnerable point: he was a Qiankun remnant!
"Join forces with us, Fulu. Stop fighting alone. It does neither you nor us any good." Wujue pleaded sincerely. A Demon Buddha who had always beguiled the masses and twisted Buddhist teachings—when had he ever negotiated with anyone so earnestly?
But Fulu was no ant. He was Pure Yang, and beyond his cultivation, he was skilled in formations, alchemy, and gu. He was indispensable to them. At the very least, none among Demon Buddha Wujue, Profound Lord Zizai, and the Human-Skin Buddha Emperor could match his mastery of alchemy.
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