A trace of melancholy welled up in Su Yi's heart.
At first, he had deeply admired both the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor and Wu Ji Buddha.
Just think of it: a pair of great enemies had remained locked in confrontation for ages upon ages because of the Great Dao Competition!
How immense must their spirit and perseverance have been to refuse to admit defeat all that time?
And how steadfast must their Dao hearts and devotion to their own Great Dao have been, for them never to waver in the upheavals of those countless ages?
But alas—
Just as this confrontation was about to yield a victor and a loser, the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor had wavered.
From the moment he chose to join forces with the Three Lifetimes Buddha in laying out this scheme, he had already lost!
The Great Dao Competition was a contest of whose Great Dao stood higher. How could it be decided by conspiracies and tricks?
The Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor had lost to himself.
Had he possessed absolute confidence in defeating Wu Ji Buddha in the Great Dao Competition, how could he possibly have wavered?
How could he possibly have deigned to cooperate with the Three Lifetimes Buddha?
And that was what made Su Yi feel melancholy.
Upon the path of the Great Dao, every struggle was so cruel.
The Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor had confronted Wu Ji Buddha for ages upon ages, only to fall short when success was within reach!
Perhaps this was what it meant to pile up a mountain ninety ren high, only to fail for want of the final basket of earth.
"What heart-piercing words indeed!"
The Three Lifetimes Buddha suddenly proclaimed in a voice of Buddhist truth, exuding a force that shook the heart.