"Amitabha, benefactor, you really are here."
Above the City of Rebirth, a group of Buddhist cultivators stood in the sky, gazing coldly down at Ye Lin below.
The leading Buddhist cultivator looked at Ye Lin and revealed a faint smile.
"How... exactly did you find me?"
Ye Lin was deeply puzzled as he looked at the group. What method had these people used to find him?
He clearly had not revealed the slightest flaw.
Even the divine sense mark on his body had been erased by the Divine Maiden. So what had these bald donkeys relied on to find him?
"Amitabha. Benefactor, do not ask what you should not ask. We have already laid a net of Heaven and Earth across a radius of ten thousand li. Even with your Golden Immortal seventh-layer cultivation, you will not escape today."
"Either submit obediently and come with us to the Buddhist Sect to heed the Buddha's teachings."
"Or we will make our move and take you there."
"Benefactor, choose. Will you come quietly, or suffer some flesh-and-blood pain before you go?"
The Buddhist cultivator stood in the heavens, looking at Ye Lin with a kindly expression.
When Buddhist Dharma was cultivated to a profound level, it could alter a person's features—just like these Buddhist cultivators.
All of them possessed Golden Immortal cultivation, and every one of them looked benevolent and kind.
What a pity.
Truly—
Vermilion on the brow paints compassion; white bones carve a Bodhisattva's form.
Amid Sanskrit chants, a thousand tents lie drunk; beneath the Bright King's robes, ten thousand souls are nailed.
Ah...
"Then I choose neither. I'll make a choice for myself."
"That is, to kill every last one of you."
With a flick of Ye Lin's hand, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor appeared in his