One Hundred Million Buddhist Soldiers as Laborers

"I... with roots like mine, cultivation like mine, what right do I have to enter such a grand hall? Standing inside, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to absorb more than a few wisps of the spiritual energy that gathers there automatically. I'd only make a fool of myself... Below the Golden Immortal realm, even taking one step inside would be a sin. I'd die of shame..."

They were actually showing faint signs of "shutting down."

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became extremely delicate. The purpose of building such a luxurious hall had been to boost morale and display their strength, but now it seemed to be having the opposite effect, making their own brothers feel inferior first.

Nezha watched this scene with his little brows tightly furrowed, both annoyed and amused. Just as he was about to say something to raise morale, Lin Zhu walked over.

Lin Zhu's gaze swept over the pile of dazzling materials, then shifted to the few subordinates who looked uneasy and were even beginning to "shut down." Not only was there no displeasure on his face, but there was instead... a faint trace of regret? Stroking his chin, he smacked his lips and muttered softly.

"Ah, what a miscalculation... Back then, I was so busy tearing down the seats, walls, and corridors that I forgot to rip down the ceiling of Great Thunderclap Monastery too—the one painted with the Buddha Ancestor Preaching the Dharma Painting and embedded with three hundred and sixty-five Zhou Tian Stars Luminous Pearls.

"If we used that ceiling as the dome of our hall, now that would be imposing. That would hold the place down. The brothers would definitely be brimming with confidence after seeing it; they'd practically walk on air. These materials now... still look a little