Su Yi gazed toward the vault of heaven and said, "Allow me to make a guess?"
Three Lifetimes Buddha's eyes flickered. "Guess what?"
Su Yi said casually, "If I refuse, your main body will deliberately retreat and give Wen Tian Di a chance to kill me."
"If I defeat Wen Tian Di, your true body will naturally go with the flow and decisively withdraw."
"If Wen Tian Di wins, your main body will negotiate with him and exhaust every means to get a share of the spoils."
"That way, you can borrow a knife to kill someone while reaping the profits without lifting a finger, placing yourself in an invincible position and killing several birds with one stone."
"Am I right?"
Three Lifetimes Buddha was stunned for a moment. He did not deny it, only corrected him. "You missed one point. If you and Wen Tian Di both suffer, only then can I truly reap the profits without lifting a finger."
Su Yi smiled, sighed, and shook his head. "You Bald Donkey, you're still as insidious as ever."
Three Lifetimes Buddha laughed as well. "No matter how many schemes I have, haven't you seen through them all at a glance, Daoist Su? Tell me, what have you decided?"
Su Yi took a drink of wine. "If you wish to go to the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations, it must have something to do with Wu Ji Buddha. In that case, why not let Wu Ji Buddha make the decision himself?"
Three Lifetimes Buddha froze, and for the first time ever, his expression changed. "You mean... my master is by your side?"
With a flip of Su Yi's palm, the Book of Fate appeared.
Three Lifetimes Buddha's expression changed again, and he clearly could no longer remain composed. "The Book of Fate!?