"Will you open these gates yourself, or shall we open them for you?"
The Dharma Body Buddha sneered.
Lu Wu seemed somewhat slow to react. After a moment, he finally understood and glanced at everyone. "Oh."
"Don't rush."
"There's one final layer to this formation."
As he spoke, Lu Wu raised the phone in his hand. "The Underworld has beheaded five of your Buddhas."
"If my Yaochi is to fall, it should fall in grand fashion."
"Wouldn't you agree?"
At that moment, the murkiness in Lu Wu's eyes vanished completely. They shone as brilliantly as starlight as he looked at the others and smiled.
The Dharma Body Buddha's expression changed. He vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
What did he mean, the Underworld had beheaded five Buddhas?
"Attack!"
"Break the city first!"
The Dharma Body Buddha spoke grimly, but it was already too late.
Lu Wu casually set the wine bottle on the ground, sent out a text message he had already drafted, then tossed the phone down from the city wall and swayed to his feet.
"My Yaochi was founded one thousand three hundred and sixty-eight years ago!"
"It stood in this world for one hundred and twenty years."
"It created one thousand and eight formations!"
"Today, my Yaochi officially comes to an end!"
"The last survivor shall fight to the death."
"Born because of gods and Buddhas, ended because of gods and Buddhas."
At that moment, Lu Wu resembled an elderly man in his twilight years—lonely and helpless, stripped of his former vigor and no longer possessing the recklessness of youth.
With a trace of relief, he spread his arms as though embracing the world.
The entire God Burying City beneath his feet began to shake violently.
Complex, blood-red veins appeared across the heavy city walls, converging at