At the mountaintop, the atmosphere was stifling. Within that oppressive air, terrifying powers intertwined with one another, seeming to communicate about something.
The five bald elders sat quietly atop their meditation cushions, their expressions shifting between dark and clear.
If a Mahayana cultivator were to arrive here now, they would likely be crushed to death by the stifling atmosphere on the mountaintop.
Mahayana cultivators were certainly powerful, but before these true old monsters, they amounted to nothing.
"I have carefully considered this matter. There is a fifty percent chance that it is credible."
At that moment, the old bald man who had spoken with Ye Lin earlier slowly opened his mouth, his tone full of sighs.
Even if he did not believe it, his heart had chosen to believe this unbelievable thing.
"Really..."
"Is it really true..."
"Alas..."
Sighs echoed from all around. The five of them were Buddhism's true foundation. They had known one another for a very, very long time, and everyone knew the others inside out.
Fifty percent was already enough to explain everything.
"To think that after all our bitter waiting, this would be the outcome."
"Tragic and lamentable. Heaven's will toys with men."
"Forget it, forget it."
The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive. Waves of deathly aura spread out, and the grass and trees on the mountaintop withered one after another.
A change in the mood of peerless experts could stir the laws of heaven and earth around them.
"There is a solution. It only depends on whether you are willing to believe it."
After hearing Ye Lin's plan, the five bald elders all fell silent. At this moment, none of them dared to be the first to make the decision.
This concerned Buddhism's future. Buddhism had only reached its present state through the efforts of