Luckily, Dipamkara Buddha was not here at the moment, having instead gone off to strike gold in the frontline star territories.
Otherwise, this eminent Buddhist monk would surely have had to chant another Buddhist invocation while silently reciting, "This treasure is fated to be with me."
But the White Spine Scepter was a purely death- and dark-attribute negative item. Was it truly fated to Buddhism Sect?
After the upper echelons of the three civilizations present discussed Saine's proposed two-thousand-year war plan for a while, none of them raised any objections.
The sooner the war ended, the better, naturally.
Of course, that depended on being able to win and occupy this Top-Level Civilization star territory.
If they ultimately gained nothing, then after coming all this way, the three civilizations probably would not even recoup their "travel expenses."
"What do you think of the Rule Virus permeating the Death Mourning Civilization Battlefield, Master Naige'er?"
"You should have received the samples we sent back to the Wizard Civilization by now, correct?" Befu asked.
Master Naige'er, who had appeared at this meeting alongside Saine, gave a sinister chuckle. "The Death Mourning Civilization's Rule Virus is indeed rather interesting. I had already made some headway studying it on the way here."
"Give me another two hundred years. In two hundred years, I'll give you a 'vaccine,'" Master Naige'er said with a smile.
Originally, Master Naige'er had planned to develop a Magic Potion capable of countering the Death Mourning Civilization's Rule Virus within five hundred years during his journey here. But since Saine had just said that the war should preferably be compressed into two thousand years, this old bag of bones naturally had to give it his all.
After all, Saine was his son-in-law.
At worst, Master Naige'er could push back the items he had