Lu Yang strained with all his might to keep his expression taut as he stared at the Great Sun Tathagata of the Vajra Realm. The compassionate smile on the latter's face gradually faded.
"Daoist friend, you have courage."
Don't be afraid! He's not here to beat me to death!
Lu Yang clenched his teeth. He isn't that powerful right now. To remain hidden, his true body far away on the Other Shore hasn't cast its gaze here. This is only an avatar.
As the saying went, opportunity knocked but once; the bold ate their fill, while the timid starved. This was the moment to gamble—gamble that he had bargaining chips for cooperation with the World Honored One. If he won, he could wring a fortune out of the World Honored One. If he lost, at worst, he could Restart.
With that thought, Lu Yang fell even more silent.
He said nothing, merely widening his eyes and staring straight at the Great Sun Tathagata of the Vajra Realm, looking impervious to persuasion and ready to face death without flinching.
Three words: where's the benefit?
Seeing this, the Great Sun Tathagata of the Vajra Realm shook his head and said faintly:
"It seems Daoist friend has spent too long in the Sacred Sect. Clearly the embodiment of an obsession with vengeance, yet you have become like this. Then again, perhaps this is also a Variable."
What?
Lu Yang's expression did not change, but he was startled inwardly. The embodiment of an obsession with vengeance? What exactly has the World Honored One misunderstood? Did the Hundred Lives Book create this?
Clearly, the World Honored One had misunderstood his origins. Perhaps it was not only the World Honored One—other Dao Lords likely thought the same, which was why they had allowed him to wander