The moment he left the Eastern Azure Palace of Lasting Joy, the alcohol Qi from the celestial brew on Marshal Tian Peng was swept away entirely. He turned to look at An Yang and smiled. "Stifled, are you?"
An Yang initially wanted to shake his head to say he was fine, but looking at Marshal Tian Peng's refined yet heroic face, he still nodded. "A little."
Being helpless against the Victorious Fighting Buddha and left speechless by Dipankara Buddha's arguments had not stifled him before, but facing the Great Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole—who gave him no chance to speak at all, the legendary Great Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole who would heed cries and come to save people from suffering—he felt a deep sense of frustration.
It felt like a scholar meeting a soldier, unable to reason things out.
"Hahaha!"
Marshal Tian Peng laughed, then said, "Actually, the Heavenly Court still has plenty of surviving strength, after all with an age-old foundation. In your words, Buddhism is merely a bunch of reactionaries!"
"Take the Great Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole, the Middle Heaven Ziwei Northern Pole Great Emperor of Vastness, the Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole, including the supreme Jade Emperor, several Emperor Lords among the Five Elders, and some ancient immortals and deities—they are all still around. Do you know why the Heavenly Court has still been locked in a stalemate with Spiritual Mountain for seven hundred years? Eight hundred years ago, they even had the Lingxiao Palace smashed by Buddhist forces led by the Victorious Fighting Buddha?"
An Yang was first astounded that the Heavenly Court still possessed so many great deities, and then shocked that the Victorious Fighting Buddha had actually led Buddhist forces to upend the Lingxiao Palace. It also