A quarter hour later, True Monarch Canglong arrived with the low-level cultivators. His face was radiant, his smile like a spring breeze.
"Fellow Daoists, once this layer of the Buddha Formation is breached, the Buddhist cultivators' living space will be greatly compressed. Victory is not far away."
The Buddhist cultivators' Buddha Formation had four layers in total. In some time, they would be able to completely capture two of them, leaving the enemy with only an area of roughly five hundred li in radius.
For Buddhist cultivators, who relied on the number of mortals, such a cramped space was simply far from enough to provide them with sufficient population to generate faith power.
True Monarch Juque stepped forward, explained their speculations, and asked, "Fellow Daoist Canglong, what do you think?"
True Monarch Canglong's gaze was grave. "I believe it is very possible. However, our original goal was to drive away the Buddhist cultivators. If they flee, that would be even better."
Even if they killed all these Buddhist cultivators, it would not truly wound the Western Continent's foundations. Thus, driving them out and restoring order to the Central Continent cultivation world as soon as possible was the highest priority.
These Buddhist cultivators had delayed everyone for decades and wasted an enormous quantity of resources. If not for the fact that they possessed little worth coveting to cultivators, they would surely have been pursued relentlessly, one after another biting at their heels.
True Monarch Xuanxiao deeply agreed. "These Buddhist cultivators are like chicken ribs to us—tasteless to eat, yet a pity to discard. But if cultivators are converted by Buddhist Dharma, they will become excellent resources for the enemy.
"I believe cultivators and Buddhist cultivators will inevitably fight a battle in the future, one that determines victory and defeat."
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