But such things could only be thought about. The reason Wang Ping had such an impulse was that there were simply too many sordid dealings among the True Lords, enough to influence some of his judgments.
"What kind of person was Tiangong, exactly?" Wang Ping asked casually.
"Ha ha!"
Lieyang burst into laughter. "A very complicated person. He originally founded Buddhism to stabilize human nature, but now he seems to be getting swept along by it. Perhaps before long, he will become the True Buddha he has been playing."
Wang Ping nodded thoughtfully. After more than ten breaths of silence, he looked at Lieyang. "So he had to meddle in everything?"
Lieyang was first taken aback, then he could not stop laughing. He laughed so hard that the meridians within his Primordial Spirit shifted, so hard that he could no longer maintain the solid form of his Primordial Spirit.
Wang Ping raised a brow, unable to understand what was so funny about his words.
After quite a while, Lieyang finally stopped laughing. Holding a black stone between his fingers, he pointed at Wang Ping and said, "That sums it up perfectly. But even with cultivation like ours, we cannot possess the wisdom and thoughts of the True Buddha. What his transformation will bring, only Heaven knows."
After placing a stone, he pointed toward the sky.
Lieyang's words seemed full of concern, yet his emotions were not affected in the slightest. Clearly, he held only an instinctive interest in Tiangong's future and did not truly care much about it.
The two then simply continued their game. Once the board naturally reached the middle game, Wang Ping suddenly asked, "During the battle on the Outer Realm Star back then, did Fellow Daoist Bai Yan truly obtain the answer he wanted?"
Lieyang shook