"Yama was a pawn in Buddhism's eastward advance, not the Ghost Clan's hidden piece, Yan Huasheng. Whenever something happened to Yan Huasheng, Buddhist elders with great divine powers intervened. If something happened to Yama..."
Wu Rong rose in alarm. Even as the Hell Ghost King, the Lord of Fate, and the Dao Master of Luo Capital, merely contemplating such a grand scheme filled him with dread.
"Exactly!" Tu Shan Jun's gaze darkened.
His fangs showed.
A trace of sweet blood lingered on his tongue.
Tu Shan Jun said in a deep voice, "When Dun Yi was captured, I didn't make a move."
"Though Dun Yi is formidable, he might not have been able to escape so easily."
"I have always suspected this was a trap."
"Out of caution and careful consideration, I decided to wait and see."
"Given enough time, with Eastern Peak's support, we could swallow Yin Heaven whole."
"Now that the Underworld has united the northwest and pressed south against the Nether Clan, he showed himself so ostentatiously. I refuse to believe Buddhism did not instruct him from behind the scenes."
Wu Rong sighed deeply. "Why?"
"Because Buddhism does not wish to see Yin Heaven united either."
Tu Shan Jun felt like one of those demon kings blocking the road in that famous novel from his previous life—a speck of dust in Buddhism's eastward march, an obstacle meant to be swept away.
He did not want to eat Tang Monk's flesh, but he had reasons that forced him to act.
If Tu Shan Jun had once been eager to make his move immediately after attaining the Dao, then after the Three Flowers gathered at his crown, he had begun to think deeply about timing. He felt they could keep dragging things out.
Whether the Primordial Saint Spirit Demon's