You in Those Days, Me in Those Days, Buddha in Those Days

Qi WuHuo did not wait for Mingxin to return. After waiting several days at Refining Yang Temple—or rather, he had not deliberately waited at all—everything had happened naturally. With the Great Dao in his heart, he came and went as he pleased, every movement in accord with its rhythm.

Yang Jian asked, "Where is the Emperor Lord going? Should I accompany you as your guard?"

Yang Jian was calm and composed by nature. He knew that with True Martial Great Emperor's strength, he was already peerless beneath the heavens.

He was the foremost of the Imperial Venerables, having fought his way through countless battles.

His path of growth could truly be summed up in one phrase: Sweep Away All Demons.

Even Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole was unwilling to confront the Emperor Lord directly, let alone the subordinates beneath him.

Over the years, Yang Jian had tracked down and captured the various contingencies Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole had left in place. Countless Gods and Devils revered Longevity, and lately he had discovered that the Longevity Cults in the Human World—sects that had nearly been stamped out—were once again making a resurgence.

At this moment, he feared word would spread that the Bodhi seed was about to ripen, drawing out wicked fiends who did not know their place. If their desires clouded their minds and they caused trouble, blocking the road near the Buddhist Kingdom, it would be a nuisance.

Seeking longevity was no crime, but those who sought it at any cost, feeding themselves with the lives of all under heaven, deserved to die.

These demons and monsters could die a thousand times over without consequence. But if they disturbed the Emperor Lord's progress, even ten thousand deaths would not absolve them.

Such Gods and