Dipankara Buddha arrived at just the right time, bringing a large number of reinforcements with him. They quickly repelled the Reincarnators' attack.
However, Maitreya Buddha had ultimately suffered severe injuries. The damage to his foundation would likely require a long period of recuperation before he could emerge from seclusion.
Within the chaotic formation space, Dao Ancestor Hongjun laughed heartily. "Fellow Daoist Liu Yu, you've lost another round. If you are willing to withdraw now, we will absolutely not stop you."
All the Saints felt greatly relieved. As long as the Buddhist scriptures were delivered back to the Eastern Lands, the Journey to the West Calamity would effectively be over.
At that point, the Heavenly Dao would free up more power, and they too would finally be able to catch their breath.
Nuwa was the most relaxed among them. Her cultivation had been slowly declining during this period, and she was just a step away from falling to the Great Luo Golden Immortal level—truly a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
Moreover, the formation could last for only twenty years at most. Once they emerged, if they joined forces, their opponents would definitely be unable to defeat them.
Liu Yu sneered disdainfully. "Just wait and see. I still have plenty of methods. Until the final moment, there is no way to tell who is the winner and who is the loser."
Seeing how confident he was, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's heart sank.
In a remote little nation somewhere on the Primordial Continent, a young man had just returned from wandering outside when he discovered that his hometown had been wiped out by the king's troops for resisting the king's tyranny.
Hating his own powerlessness, immense resentment rose within him. Yet he also knew his own limits and could only kneel there, raging helplessly.
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