True Monarch Pingtian's voice seemed to still echo through the air, but his figure swiftly fled down the path Ji An had come from.
There was no reluctance, only panic.
When the Buddhist cultivators had first taken root, they had not drawn the utmost attention of the major Nascent Soul Sects. Everyone had suffered losses of varying degrees during the True Demon Tribulation. Although the news had been reported to every sect, no unified decision had been reached to gather all their strength and face this struggle for the Dao.
The True Lords believed that time stood on Central Continent's side. They could wait several decades for the various sects to recover their strength before dealing with the enemy.
Who could have imagined that this decision would buy the Buddhist cultivators their most precious time? Now, the temples along the Eastern Sea coast stretched into one another, their incense offerings flourishing.
The Buddhist cultivators had gradually planted their roots in Central Continent, already threatening the survival of the local powers.
Using the various temples as nodes, the Buddhist cultivators had formed an enormous formation. Coupled with their rapid response and reinforcements, even more than twenty Nascent Soul True Lords joining forces to charge the formation had failed.
What troubled everyone even more was that the Nascent Soul level Buddhist cultivators gathered here, including the Nascent Soul level guardian Vajras, numbered over a hundred. This had never been exposed before.
So long as Central Continent could not twist itself into a single rope, it could not escape the fate of being devoured bit by bit. The situation had become delicate.
Lotus Temple? Kong Wen? What's going on?
Ji An's heart was filled with shock. He vaguely understood that those long-forgotten Buddhist cultivators had likely returned to this land occupied by immortal