"Just now, there were three auras here. One belonged to the target, while the other two were unfamiliar."
"The target left with someone. The remaining person hasn't gone far yet. Should we pursue?"
Endless Buddhist light enveloped the entirety of Mo Xing Mountain, countless Buddhist cultivators standing above the heavens as they looked down upon the mountain range below.
"Don't waste time. Keep searching. As long as he doesn't leave the Demon-Monster Realm, we will surely find him."
"Amitabha. Good, good."
The Buddhist cultivators dispersed on the spot, heading in all directions.
The entire Myriad Dharma Buddhist Sect had mobilized in full force. Even the Buddhist sects affiliated with the Myriad Dharma Buddhist Sect had deployed completely. Once a single Buddhist cultivator found Ye Lin, an endless stream of Buddhist cultivators would immediately come to intercept and kill him.
Such power would have filled any cultivator with despair.
But from beginning to end, Ye Lin had never taken those people seriously.
Because Ye Lin had confidence of his own.
First, his strength.
Second, he had plenty of trump cards.
"No, please, don't take me up there. Don't! I'm begging you! I can give you anything. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."
At the foot of Divine Mountain, the young man looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar sacred mountain before him and begged Ye Lin repeatedly.
"Didn't you say just now that you couldn't understand what I was saying? What's this? What are you afraid of now?"
Ye Lin glanced at the young man, then grabbed him and stepped onto Divine Mountain.
The young man struggled desperately, but no matter how he struggled, Ye Lin's hand remained clamped around his neck like iron pincers.
Even his Primordial Spirit was under Ye Lin's control. His life and death lay in