Du Ziren's condition did not look particularly good either.
After all, he was facing five Buddhas, including an expert like the Dharma Body Buddha.
They were not sure whether the situation in God Burying City had eased at all, so they could only stall for time.
Of course, that was Du Ziren's idea.
This stubborn old mule, Yang Yun, still wanted to kill one first.
"After all these years, can't you people of the underworld grow a brain?"
"Do you have to be so single-minded?"
"Keeping yourselves unstained though surrounded by filth, pretending to be so noble?"
"This world is already chaotic. Wouldn't it be better to go with the flow? Must you insist on presenting yourselves as spotless and pure?"
"What is the point?"
"If you joined forces with our Spirit Mountain and the Heavenly Court, this world would be ours. Countless reserves of qi and blood would be there for us to take as we pleased, and the countless human beings would be nothing more than slaves beneath our feet. They would kneel before us every day and revere us as lofty gods."
"You have good days waiting for you, yet you refuse to live them. Are you insane?"
"Yes, you're all so noble. But what did it get you?"
"You are still that evil place people speak of, feared by everyone, while we stand high above, admired by all."
"Is that the meaning of what you insist upon?"
"Are these weak, foolish humans, like ants, truly worth protecting?"
"Or do you simply have too much righteousness in you with nowhere to vent it?"
The Dharma Body Buddha looked at Yang Yun and mocked him, his eyes full of contempt, as though he were looking at an idiot.
Yang Yun did not respond. Rarely, he fell silent.
After