Xuandu had it a little better with Tianpeng as his disciple. Tianpeng was lazy and never took cultivation seriously, but the battles and bloodshed had helped him grow quickly. Xuandu was pleased—though Tianpeng still fell well short of Ren and Yang Jian.
The strange atmosphere lingered for a moment before Duobao waved a hand. "Enough... Let's leave that aside. Tell me about the war. How many of those alliances outside have Buddhism converted?"
Ren chuckled. "I honestly don't know. Over the past six months, my forces have wiped out nearly a hundred alliances, large and small. The others must have destroyed plenty too. Yet even after all that, another alliance converted by Buddhism keeps popping up. There's no end to them! At this rate, the endless killing will drive most of my legion mad. I had no choice but to bring them back to recuperate. How did Buddhism convert so many alliances?"
Ren's head ached. His legion alone had wiped out nearly a hundred small alliances. Even if the others had each destroyed fewer, together they must have killed their way through thousands over the past six months. And still, Buddhist-converted alliances kept appearing.
Ren had no idea how many alliances Buddhism had converted.
Yang Jian gave a bitter smile. "Buddhism excels at beguiling people. Many of those small alliances are nothing but rabble. Some of their leaders have only reached the Taiyi realm, and their foundations are shaky at that. Others are Golden Immortals, or even mere Heavenly Immortals!
"Few alliances that weak can resist conversion. Unless we deal with Buddhism's methods, we'll exhaust ourselves just killing them. My legion has killed so much that some soldiers are showing signs of madness. That's why I returned. Nezha and the others will probably bring their forces back too. After six