Two Imperial Lords

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Shen Yi had once met two first-grade powerhouses. One resided in the imperial city, steeped in the air of twilight, calling himself a mortal being of the secular world. Had he not admitted it himself, no one would ever have thought in that direction.

The other, the Eastern Pole Emperor, had appeared in the form of a clay statue. Though his pressure had been immense, it was still far inferior to the great Buddha before them, who had manifested in the world in his true body.

What did it matter if all seventy-two cave Golden Immortals emerged together? They still had to lower their heads and pay their respects.

Such was a colossal figure standing at the summit. Every word and deed represented the order of heaven and earth.

At that moment, Shen Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and at last a ripple stirred across his face.

He had risked so much and done all these things so that fewer people would die in this world. Just when it seemed to be working, was it all to be smoothed over so lightly by a True Buddha appearing and uttering a few words?

Not only would all his efforts have been in vain—they might even have produced the opposite effect.

After all, now that even a first-grade colossus had stepped in, how could he possibly watch the two sects fight each other until the dead and wounded piled high? The situation the Human Emperor had anticipated would be difficult to bring about ahead of time... perhaps it would never come to pass at all.

At that thought, a fleeting chill surfaced in Shen Yi's eyes.

He indeed did not approve of the Human Emperor's act of offering up all living beings to gamble for a path forward. But neither did