"Fate, fellow Daoist, there's no need to say such useless things."
"Even if you don't help me, I'll come and take it myself."
Enough. What was the point of saying such things in the middle of a battle? They just needed to fight properly.
In any case, Fate seemed to be opposing Amitabha, but his stance was impossible to see through. We had now distinguished addition from subtraction; perhaps he was actually zero instead.
Within the Three Pure Ones Hall.
Supreme Pure Laozi and Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Venerate both nodded in satisfaction.
If an ordinary Saint had heard the Fate Demon God speak like this, they would naturally have racked their brains trying to figure out Fate's schemes.
But Qingqing, as someone capable of harvesting Fate, truly was extraordinary.
Fate was ever-changing. Who could possibly know what he was plotting?
All they needed to do was firmly carry out what they believed to be right.
Amitabha was actually the same. In the end, Fate did not approve of the path of reducing everything to emptiness, so Amitabha would still have to strike at the Fate Demon God.
Now that the two sides had clearly failed to reach an agreement, they naturally had to fight.
It was perfectly normal for Qingqing to urge them on in her heart.
It was happening, it was happening—they were finally getting serious.
The River of Fate trembled, and all its waters eventually gathered into three forms.
They were the Gate of Destiny, the Wheel of Destiny, and the Destiny Spear.
Hearing their disciple's excited voice, Supreme Pure Laozi and Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Venerate immediately realized what level this battle had reached.
Compared to obstructing Buddha Mother Zhunti's cultivation advancement,
the conflict between Fate and Amitabha was indeed far more valuable.
The Fate Demon