"Elder Chu Xuan, your misunderstanding of the Buddhist Sect is simply too deep."
After hearing Chu Xuan's words, the Kuchen Buddha did not grow angry. He merely let out a long sigh, his voice steeped in regret, as though lamenting someone who had strayed onto the wrong path:
"The Buddhist Sect's art of conversion is a great deed of merit: it guides people across the sea of suffering, cuts off their troubles, and helps them attain bodhi. It allows all beings to escape the torment of the cycle of life and death and enjoy ultimate bliss. How could it possibly be as vile as you claim?"
"Truly absurd, utterly absurd."
"Since Elder Chu has made up his mind and refuses to join the Buddhist Sect, this old monk will not force you. It is simply a great pity."
"Enough. Let us leave these irrelevant matters aside. There is something else I must ask you, Elder Chu: how much longer does the True Dragon actually have to live? This matter is of the utmost importance to us. I ask that you answer honestly."
"The True Dragon's reserves are unfathomably deep, beyond measure. He is a Supreme who has survived since the Primordial Era, and his cultivation has long since reached its limit. Even though his lifespan is nearly exhausted and he is beset by the Decline of the Five Heavens, I cannot easily discern his true condition."
Chu Xuan slowly shook his head, a trace of wariness flickering in his eyes:
"I cannot judge how much longer he has, or on what day he will finally return to ruin."
"But there is one thing I can say with absolute certainty: he is truly at the end of his strength and is about to return to ruin."
"For now, all you and