"Between heaven and hell, I have no right to choose. All I have is a destiny chosen for me!"
Shakyamuni pressed his palms together, his expression unfathomable and mysterious.
"Your Majesty, Fellow Daoist Primeval Lord, Fellow Daoist Nuwa, this humble monk has no objections!" Shakyamuni made his decision. What difference would it make even if he objected? Before absolute strength, all he could do was submit.
He had no other choice!
Because he was weak! He could only submit to the arrangements of the strong!
His choice was not wrong, nor was Hun Xiu's tyranny. Neither of them was wrong. Hun Xiu was simply stronger, while he was weaker.
When Haotian, Primeval Lord of Heaven, and Nuwa heard Shakyamuni's words, they were all stunned. They had assumed Shakyamuni would give it serious thought before refusing. After all, Hun Xiu's intervention brought far too many uncertainties.
The one most affected would undoubtedly be Shakyamuni's Buddhist Sect.
Yet unexpectedly...
Shakyamuni had suddenly attained great enlightenment and directly declared that he had no objections!
This was not the Shakyamuni they knew at all! Since when had he become so easy to talk to?
However...
After their brief surprise, they came to their senses.
They understood.
They comprehended.
Those mysterious words Shakyamuni had spoken earlier!
Whether Shakyamuni agreed or not made no real difference. His refusal was utterly worthless before absolute power—nothing at all. That was why he had no choice!
And it was not only Shakyamuni who had no choice.
When facing Hun Xiu, among them—those who believed themselves to be the strongest beings in the Three Realms—who had a choice? None of them did! They had no choice at all! All they had was a fate arranged for them!...
Hun Xiu had long been watching everything from the shadows. Looking at