The Goddess Appears, Repelling the Saint Buddha!

"What other way is there to change the current situation?" Song Changming rarely felt so helpless.

Even if Venerable Abyss arrived now, with his strength still short of the Golden Immortal realm, he would most likely be no match for this Saint Buddha.

Among the Immortal Gods Song Changming had met, unless Heavenly King Shenxiao, who commanded the Northern Immortal Army, came in person, no one could save him and Cangzhe from this calamity.

"Strength! Cultivation!!"

Under such crushing pressure, he was powerless, reduced to meat on the chopping block.

That feeling of helplessness reignited an incomparably intense desire within Song Changming—a desire for strength.

His past method of cultivation, proceeding step by step and steadily advancing, was certainly sound and safe. Yet it also caused him to miss great opportunities that could only be found by taking the initiative.

That inevitably slowed the rate at which he grew stronger.

Many times, a precious opportunity could equal centuries or even millennia of cultivation.

"Saint Buddha, please uphold justice for your disciple." Jintan rose at this time, pressed his palms together toward the descending Saint Buddha, and pleaded.

"Every grievance has its cause and every debt its debtor. You killed my disciple without reason. You must be punished," the Saint Buddha said calmly to Cangzhe.

"However, if you recognize your error and return to the right path, I can spare your life and accept you as my disciple." The Saint Buddha abruptly changed his tone, actually extending an olive branch to Cangzhe.

Song Changming could not help wondering whether the Buddhist Sect was really so short on people. They wanted to recruit everyone they saw.

Even after this Saint Buddha arrived, the first thing he did was try to recruit someone.

"Dream on!" Cangzhe looked at the Saint Buddha with utter