At the foot of Spirit Mountain.
"Fellow Daoist, how about we end today's battle here? Dipamkara has already been killed by you, and the Buddhist Sect has paid the price of one hundred thousand Buddhas for their actions. What we need to do now is lay the wronged souls of this entire world to rest, not continue fighting. What do you think?"
Patriarch Bodhi had fought Zhao Wuji for several hours and found that they were evenly matched, neither able to do anything to the other—at least on the surface.
He knew perfectly well that the man before him had been holding back. However much strength Bodhi used, the other party answered with the same amount, never revealing any hidden means. Their battle appeared earth-shaking, but in truth, it was entirely a performance for others to see.
He himself only wanted to go through the motions without putting in real effort. The other party probably felt the same way.
"And if I refuse?" Zhao Wuji asked with a smile.
"Then you will have to face Peacock Great Bright King and me together. I wonder whether you are prepared to fight two against one?"
Patriarch Bodhi offered a slight threat.
"Fine. We can stop."
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Wuji withdrew from the area of battle with Patriarch Bodhi.
"You have obstructed the Buddhist Sect's rise this time, so you must bear the punishment of the Heavenly Dao. I would very much like to see what punishment awaits you!"
Patriarch Bodhi voiced his true thoughts. Those who obstructed the great trend of the Heavenly Dao always met miserable ends!
Zhao Wuji did not care. What they intended to do was far more than obstruct the great trend of the Heavenly Dao. They intended to sever the Heavenly Dao's fortune, destroy