It was finally over.
In a mere 5,700 seconds, he had blasted Lu Xun to death a full sixty thousand times. Even he felt a faint trace of exhaustion under such circumstances.
But it had all been worth it.
If Lu Xun's body were in the Void, he would not have thought much of it. It was indeed exquisitely crafted, but to beings like them, strength was not what mattered.
But this was the earth. This body was quite a good thing, capable of bearing his past self and becoming formidable combat power.
"It's time to find Supreme. Those emperors cannot possibly cooperate with me, but Supreme can..."
Shijia thought to himself.
He had not sought out Supreme before because he had not recovered much, and he had no way of determining Supreme's condition. If Supreme were in too good a state, he might very well devour him.
If he were devoured, it would be true unity of Dao and Brahma.
But now, he intended to assess Supreme's condition. If the other party had recovered well, the two of them would cooperate. If not, he would devour him.
Shijia's thoughts were direct and simple.
The long years had not bred overly complicated thoughts within him. It was not that he could not think that way, but when one reached a certain level of power, many things were inherently very simple.
Schemes with twists and turns were meaningless.
Strength was strength, weakness was weakness. The weak had to be eaten—or fattened up before being eaten...
Just as he had devoured the entirety of the Buddhist path.
Of course, if not for the immeasurable kalpa, he would not have done so. He would still have been a good patriarch, sheltering his disciples.
In a sense, eating those disciples truly had been Compassion.