"With beautiful companions at his side, Jialan Vajra protecting the Dharma, and gods and demons across the heavens looking upon him with favor... Without Sun Wukong, the journey west was still a journey west. The old Buddha's methods were indeed formidable..."
Beneath the Bodhi Tree, Gu Shaoshang slowly withdrew his gaze and offered faint praise.
Ming Shang had been born within the Blood Sea of utmost yin and balefulness. Every movement he made carried boundless demonic intent. Even without deliberately exerting influence, he could cause immortals to fall and Buddhas to become demons.
Chen Xuanzang truly was a genuine seed of Buddhism. He had not allowed his state of mind to fall, and remained unwavering in his pursuit of a method to save all sentient beings.
Even Gu Shaoshang could not help but admire him somewhat.
"It is merely the trend of the times."
Tathagata of Many Treasures smiled. "Countless ages ago, Golden Cicada once held the Buddhist teachings in contempt. Yet after ten reincarnations, he attained the highest rank of Buddha in our Buddhist sect, perfect enlightenment in the true Dharma, neither rising nor falling... What Martial Ancestor has done is merely futile."
He wore a smile, but his gaze was utterly calm.
Although Gu Shaoshang was a powerful existence who had risen to prominence only recently, his foundations still could not compare to those of Buddhism. So what if Ming Shang was within it? Did he dare make a move?
The Dao-transformed bodies of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas filling the heavens could become true incarnations of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in an instant.
And if he did not act, how could mere words shake Chen Xuanzang's Buddha heart and make him commit the act of slaughtering a Buddha?
"Whether it is futile or not, it is still too early to