Whenever the people of the Qiankun Holy Land spoke of those Buddhist Cultivators, they grew angry.
Even before the Superstorm struck, the Buddhist Land had already reached toward the Western Wilderness and the Central Barrens of the Human Race. It had reached toward the Southern Wastes too, only to run into a hard nut to crack: the Glazed Sword Sect.
Back then, the Buddhist Kingdom Practitioners had taken the Glazed Sword Sect for a soft persimmon they could squeeze at will. Yet after all this time, they still had not managed to bring it to heel. The more they squeezed the sect they had thought so soft, the harder it became.
Three days later, inside the Heavenly Buddha Hall of the Western Regions Buddhist Kingdom.
The Dragon-Subduing Saint Buddha and the Tiger-Subduing Saint Buddha stood before the Nascent Soul phantom of the Great Sun Buddha Emperor, shame written across both their faces.
"Buddha Emperor, we're sorry. We failed to complete the mission!"
The Dragon-Subduing Saint Buddha spoke to the Great Sun Buddha Emperor with a face full of shame.
The Great Sun Buddha Emperor's expression darkened. He had thought that with his Emperor Seal to help them, the Dragon-Subduing Saint Buddha and the Tiger-Subduing Saint Buddha would easily destroy the Glazed Sword Sect and bring the Southern Wastes into the Buddhist Kingdom's territory. Instead, the fleet they had sent to the Southern Wastes had been wiped out yet again. Even together, the two Saint Buddhas had been no match for that mysterious young man.
With a grim face, the Great Sun Buddha Emperor said, "Don't blame yourselves. This isn't your fault. We underestimated the Glazed Sword Sect. Who would have thought it had such a formidable expert? We'll wait a little longer, then. Once I come out of seclusion, I'll