Hong Yun's eyes were filled with hatred, and Zhen Yuanzi hurriedly consoled him. "Old friend, don't lose your temper. You haven't successfully broken through to become a Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal yet."
"At a time like this, you should endure for now. It won't be too late to settle accounts with them after you Attain Dao."
Hearing this, Hong Yun's mind, which had been consumed by resentment, instantly cleared. His years of Buddhist cultivation had ultimately not been in vain.
Although he was no longer the benevolent old man whose name had been renowned throughout the Great Wilderness, neither was he the Hong Yun who had been consumed by extreme hatred and easily swayed by emotion when he had just been resurrected.
At this moment, he was much like Jieyin and Zhunti, who had achieved Buddhist-Demonic Unity. He possessed a compassionate heart, but demonic intent was equally powerful within him.
He drew a long, deep breath and looked gratefully at Zhen Yuanzi. "You're right. I can't act rashly at this moment. The grudges between them and me must ultimately be resolved by my own hands."
"They still owe me the Karma of becoming a Saint, so they don't dare target me openly."
"Even if they break free from the seal, so what? The hundred eons have yet to pass, and most of the Fortune of the West has long since been gathered into Buddhism by me."
"Moreover, although I didn't obtain the final great opportunity during this Tribulation,"
"I walked through the mortal world, and my state of mind has been tempered and polished once more. I also have the support of Buddhism's immense Fortune and resources."
"My Buddha Realm in the Palm is only one step away from becoming a Great Thousand World."
"I may take that final step