In the blink of an eye, half a month passed. Half a month later, Ye Lin, who had smoothly reclaimed half the territory, encountered unprecedented resistance.
Ahead, a warship was stationed above every star, while Buddhist Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal cultivators sat cross-legged throughout the boundless Starry Sky.
These powerhouses stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly without end. An incomparably dense aura of slaughter filled the surrounding Starry Sky.
There were not only Buddhist cultivators among them, but also figures dressed in garments of every color. Every one of them radiated an exceptionally powerful aura.
"It seems we've run into Buddhism's main force."
Lu Changsheng stood behind Ye Lin and sighed. This past month had gone far too smoothly. Everywhere they passed, countless Buddhist powerhouses had fled, utterly incapable of putting up even the slightest resistance.
But now, with so much force amassed here, it seemed Buddhism intended to formally wage a great battle here and make a desperate last stand.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, looked at the other side with the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. Li Changsheng must be stationed there, and Li Changsheng must already know of his existence.
"Qilin Clan, do you dare play a game?"
At that moment, light flashed through the vacuum ahead. A young man stood at its very center and asked softly.
After a moment, seeing that the Qilin Clan gave no response, the young man did not grow angry. Instead, he continued on his own.
"There is no point in continuing to fight like this. When great armies clash, casualties only increase. We are both Golden Immortal forces; there is no need to speak of our foundations."
"So, to avoid needlessly draining those foundations, let us play a game. We will send out three hundred prodigies, and you