Kimnara circulated his magic power, trying to resist the demonic qi that was continuously eroding him from all around.
"Demon, why did you capture me? What do you want?"
"What do I want? Heh heh heh."
Demon Spirit Saint did not take him seriously at all and slowly approached him.
"This Seat has heard that Kimnara cares deeply for the West, actively spreads the faith, and seeks universal salvation for all beings. This Seat greatly admires you and thus invited you here.
However, before you and I could speak properly, there was no longer any need.
Western Religion's rule over the West has already collapsed. You cannot save the West, and Zhunti still has to lead the disciples to the Eastern Continent to beg."
"Senior Uncle is not begging!" Kimnara's expression changed drastically as he shouted, "Our Western Religion is devoted wholeheartedly to the West! We..."
Before he could finish, Demon Spirit Saint raised a hand and interrupted him.
"So what? Just because you are devoted to the West, does that mean you can greatly prosper the West?"
Demon Spirit Saint walked to the edge of the altar and looked down at the gloomy mountain ridges in the distance.
"Since when does having good intentions mean one can accomplish things?
Bei Ming is too powerful. The West simply cannot contend against him.
Jieyin is no match for Bei Ming. Western Religion developed for countless Yuanhui and fought on its home ground, yet it was easily suppressed by the Asura Race, a mere vassal of the Literary Sect.
How can something so weak save the West? The West needs a strong figure to guide all beings!"
Before the battle of Asura City, Kimnara would certainly have been able to refute Demon Spirit Saint with countless arguments without the slightest hesitation.
But