The All-Continent Soul Master Elite Tournament was far more exciting than Xiao Tianyang had imagined.
It was not that the opponents appearing in the arena were terrifying, but rather that their diversity and potential for sustainable development left Xiao Tianyang greatly anticipating what was to come.
"Once this is over, let's travel around Douluo Continent."
Xiao Tianyang turned his head and asked, "What do you think?"
Yan Lingji was stunned for a moment before asking, "Are you interested in Myriad Sword Manor's techniques, sir?"
"Besides Myriad Sword Manor, there are other lesser forces that should not be underestimated."
His gaze deepened as he said, "Although Golden Light Temple has never left its own territory."
"Its influence is no weaker than that of any other mid-sized force."
"And within their Buddhist Dharma lies a tranquility that seeps into one's heart and soul, born from the depths of the heart."
"Let us suppose that they emerged from the mountains and began spreading Golden Light Temple's teachings. What then?"
Yan Lingji asked in confusion, "Can such a supposition even hold?"
"Of course not."
Xiao Tianyang gave a mocking smile. "I am merely pointing out certain flaws in their ideology, not saying that I do not approve of them."
"If something exists, it must have its reasons."
"I have no intention of interfering with them."
Once a Soul Master lost the drive to advance, it meant they were ruining their own future.
Of course, there were exceptions among the gifted who found a path that belonged to them.
For example, those Lay Martial Monks and Enlightened High Monks who had voluntarily joined Golden Light Temple.
But how many such people could there be?
If one accepted their teachings yet achieved nothing in the end, wasting one's talent, would that not be more loss than