Hongyun continued.
"Western Prosperity, spreading the Dharma to the Eastern Lands—where does its foundation lie?"
"With my Human Race!"
"Without my Human Race nodding, without countless Human Race children serving as the foundation of your believers, who are you going to spread your Buddhist Dharma to?"
"To those mountain spirits and wild monsters?"
"If this matter succeeds, my Human Race will be the cornerstone of your Buddhist Dharma's eastward spread."
"In the future, within the Three Realms, Buddhism and Daoism will contend. The enormous karma generated within it—will my Human Race not have to bear a large share of that as well?"
"We will have paid so much. Is asking for ten percent of the merit too much?"
Every step Hongyun took, every word he spoke, was like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of Jieyin and Zhunti.
They could not refute him.
Because what Hongyun said was fact.
At the side, Fuxi also stroked his long beard and spoke faintly. Though his voice was light, its weight was heavy.
"Fellow Daoists, though my Human Race is the protagonist of heaven and earth, we have always treated others with goodwill and have been unwilling to stir up unnecessary trouble."
"In this matter, if my Human Race takes part, we will certainly be tainted by karma."
"We will bear the risk of being tainted by karma to help you achieve your great prosperity."
"Is this risk not worth ten percent of the merit?"
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, and both saw that helplessness in the other's reaction.
They knew that, in terms of righteousness, they had already lost.
But losing was one thing; being unable to give it was another.
Jieyin let out a long sigh, as if that breath could expel all the bitterness in his heart.
"Every word