Surviving the Tribulation, Chanting Buddha's Name and Scriptures Is No Match for Having Real Ability

"There was nothing to regret. If he missed this chance, then from now on... he would never have another opportunity!"

Su Shi'er looked weak and bedraggled, but his gaze remained calm as still water.

Only those who knew him well would understand that beneath that tranquil exterior, turbulent undercurrents had long been surging within his heart.

After traveling this long and arduous immortal path, Su Shi'er could no longer remember how long it had been since he had felt such an intense yearning for power.

Though he said nothing aloud, he had already made up his mind. Once the Demon Extermination Plan was over, he had to enter seclusion.

Until this body reached the realm of a Second Tribulation Loose Immortal, until his consciousness could return to his true body, he would absolutely not emerge from seclusion!

Without cultivation and strength enough to stand atop the summit, what did it matter even if one was an Out of Body stage cultivator or a Spirit Severing stage cultivator, envied by countless cultivators?

Before truly powerful beings, they were still ants that could be crushed with ease.

Even life and death could not truly be held in one's own hands.

Chanting Buddha's name and reciting scriptures was no match for having real ability.

At this moment, Su Shi'er's pursuit was no longer merely to kill the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace and avenge the blood-deep hatred he bore.

That was the foremost task he had to accomplish, but beyond that, he hoped even more to grasp the fate of his own life and death in his own hands.

Rather than as he was now—when faced with a crisis he could not resolve, he could only flee in panic, risk his life for others, and borrow the strength of others to protect himself.