While Jie Yin and Zhun Ti were still in the dark, naively believing that their Buddhist School would flourish, a massive net targeting the Buddhist School had already quietly spread.
Inside a pitch-black cave.
Mahasthamaprapta was treating his injuries with a pained expression.
He had never expected that a dignified Quasi-Sage like himself would stumble in such a gutter.
A demon from the lower realm had actually managed to severely wound him and leave him in such a state.
"Damn demon."
With Mahasthamaprapta's discerning eye, he could naturally tell that there was something strange about that demon. Yet he had no idea where it had come from or why it had suddenly erupted with strength enough to crush him.
Now that the demon had beaten him so badly, leaving him utterly bedraggled, he did not even dare return to either the Great Thunderclap Temple or his own Dao Field.
Within the Buddhist School, Duobao Tathagata's influence was continuously expanding. Mahasthamaprapta had repeatedly opposed Duobao Tathagata, so Duobao Tathagata surely hated him to the bone.
If he returned to the Great Thunderclap Temple in his severely injured state, there was no guarantee Duobao Tathagata would not develop murderous intentions and dispose of him.
Unless he could make his fellow disciples from the Western Sect stay at his side every moment.
But how could that possibly be easy?
With no other choice, he could only hide in this lightless mountain valley and treat his own injuries, living in constant dread like a homeless dog.
"Damn demon! Don't let me run into you again!"
Mahasthamaprapta gritted his teeth and vented the resentment in his heart.
After barely suppressing the mana rampaging through his body, Mahasthamaprapta sat cross-legged in the mountain valley and caught his breath. By chance, he noticed a faint golden glow