Primordial World.
West.
Land of Ultimate Bliss.
The astonishment on Amitabha Buddha's face vanished in a flash.
"Is that so? So the dragons among the Eight Dragon Kings of my Buddhism still do not consider themselves true dragons of Buddhism, and in the end, they must still seek true dragons outside Buddhism?"
"Or was my decision to establish the dragon hosts wrong from the very beginning?"
"A dragon may possess a thousand strengths, yet cannot overcome a single name; bones may turn to ash, but the soul never forgets its lineage."
"All waters return to their source, all spirits return to their hearts; the Eightfold True Words call only the true spirit."
"Could this be the destination the Eight Dragon Kings truly desire?"
Amitabha Buddha pressed his palms together and muttered to himself.
No matter how weak these members of the Eight Dragon Kings were, they were still part of Buddhism's foundation. Now, seeing that Little White Dragon could restore the Dragon King's emotions, a peculiar feeling arose within him.
If not for his Dao Creation Realm cultivation, which allowed him to suppress that strange feeling—
He understood in his heart.
It had been fine when the Dragon King had no emotions before, but now that Little White Dragon had ignited his emotions, the cheat Zhou Qingqing had given Little White Dragon was about to come into play.
What bone dragon?
This time, it was over.
Little White Dragon was already at death's door.
Yet the emotion symbols in his sight and Anavatapta floating above the bone dragon's head declared his success.
At that moment.
His vision was once again filled with notifications for emotion points.
``` [Terrifying.]
[The more thoroughly emotions are suppressed, the more violently they erupt.]
[The emotion points Little White Dragon gained this time were far