Lu Yang felt that this was the time for him to step forward.
By now, he had seen through the mastermind's intentions. They clearly wanted to negate True Person Demon-Sweeping's entire life of wielding a sword without killing, right from the root.
This was killing a man by stabbing at his heart.
Sword Intent was the aggregation of a cultivator's lifelong obsessions and convictions. When strong, it was harder than steel, its resolve impossible to seize; when weak, it was like clay chickens and porcelain dogs, collapsing at a single shove.
True Person Demon-Sweeping's No-Kill Sword Intent was exactly like this. If he were truly questioned and refuted by someone he had once saved, and ultimately began to waver in his own beliefs, the No-Kill Sword Intent would inevitably weaken. Then it would no longer be able to suppress the immense fate upon him, and True Person Demon-Sweeping would immediately begin Golden Seeking!
I can't let them have their way!
Lu Yang believed he had figured out the plans of True Person Quexie and Guangming Buddha's Son. He immediately stepped forward, intending to help True Person Demon-Sweeping out of this predicament—only for his shoulder to sink.
"No need."
True Person Demon-Sweeping pressed a hand on him and shook his head. He then stepped forward and looked at the old man. "Though the Pure Land appears bright and splendid, it is no place of kindness."
"Though Buddhist Cultivators are now called the righteous path, in my eyes, this cultivation has always belonged to the ranks of heretical demons. Joining it may bring temporary benefits, but its poison will linger without end. I know that your lifespan is nearly exhausted and fear took root in your heart, which is why you listened to the Buddhist Cultivators' temptations. It is no matter. That