There was no longer any possibility of reconciliation or making peace again between Lu Xiaotian and the Danzhu Buddhist Sect. As far as Mingyi was concerned, Lu Xiaotian had destroyed his sect and killed his martial uncles, junior brothers, and others. Whatever slight friendship they had possessed had long since vanished like smoke and dispersed like clouds in the face of such a grudge.
Lu Xiaotian had always felt that, as the backbone of the human race, the Buddhist Sect served to stabilize heaven and earth. Even now, that belief had not changed. Although the Buddhist Sect was no longer as powerful as the Jade Pure Immortal Palace and several other sects, with little advantage to speak of, Lu Xiaotian still believed it would rise again and sooner or later return to its peak.
That was the Buddhist Sect's inheritance. It would not completely decline merely because one or several Mahayana cultivators had fallen. That inheritance had already been carved into its bones. The Scarlet Moon Desert was different. When Lu Xiaotian was there, its many forces could gather together. But once something happened to Lu Xiaotian, internal discord would arise. Even though Xiang Kuang, He Hu, and the Eight-Legged Devil Bull Beast Niu Kun had once shared decent personal relationships, none of them had the authority to command the others. Even if they did not fight over power and profit, they would ultimately go their separate ways.
The human race—or rather, this entire realm—needed an immortal sect like the Buddhist Sect. Lu Xiaotian had felt this even more strongly after encountering the Jade-Faced Scholar. Lu Xiaotian himself devoted his heart to the Dao and did not mind lending a hand to those close to him, but he had no desire to establish a sect resembling the Buddhist Sect. He