"Rather than calling myself a cultivator of old, today's me would be better described as a little novice monk who had only just stepped into the world of cultivation!"
The little novice monk spoke calmly, neither hurried nor slow, explaining everything about himself in great detail.
As he spoke, an incomparably dense Buddhist aura continuously emanated from his body.
Unlike ordinary disciples who cultivated Buddhist Sect techniques, this... was the accumulated result of nine lifetimes of Buddhist study.
He gave the impression not of a child, but of an eminent monk of the Buddhist faith.
By the end, the little novice monk pressed his palms together. The vicissitudes vanished from his eyes, leaving only a child's innocence and sincerity.
Meeting the little novice monk's clear gaze, everyone's bodies trembled slightly, and for a moment, none spoke.
Such eyes made it impossible for anyone to harbor doubt.
Moreover, it was widely acknowledged that Buddhist Cultivators rarely uttered falsehoods.
Yet, just as he had said, this method greatly diminished everyone's interest.
Leaving aside the hardships of Nine Life Reincarnation and cultivating Buddhism through nine lives, the final result alone was hard for everyone to accept.
Not only did one have to cultivate Buddhism, but in the end, one would also lose one's present self.
This method was indeed ingenious. Its effects far surpassed possession, and it would not place the slightest obstacle in the way of future cultivation.
But... how many people in this world would care about a next life that had nothing to do with this one?
"Boundless Heavenly Venerate of Blessings! Master's words have truly broadened this poor Daoist's horizons."
The fat sword cultivator with small eyes was the first to speak. With a respectful attitude and a smiling face, he lightly brushed aside the earlier unpleasantness between them.