The Chaotic Ancient Emperor Weapon forming the Northern Plains Emperor Formation was purely defensive, meant to save Lin Xian and prevent the Supreme Beings from striking underhandedly.
This Immortal Artifact, paired with Amitabha, was a genuine offensive force. It carried a formidable deterrent: it could kill Supreme Beings.
The smiles of the seven Ancient Emperors instantly froze. They looked at one another, yet none dared to be the first to enter.
Though they all kept saying they would join the Heavenly Court, save all living beings, and refrain from unleashing dark turmoil, all of that rested on the premise of becoming immortals-of getting to eat a Nine-Turn Immortal Elixir.
Without a Nine-Turn Immortal Elixir, several Supreme Beings intended to snatch a few drops of Nine-Turn Immortal Liquid, then turn their backs on everyone and return to the forbidden zones to keep hiding away.
These old foxes had love for all on their lips and nothing but self-interest in their hearts.
The Amitabha Buddha Emperor had seen through these old bastards long ago. Giving them a Nine-Turn Immortal Elixir would be like throwing a meat bun to a dog: once gone, it would never return.
How arrogant the Dao-Attainers of old had been! Wherever they could refuse to listen to reason, they invariably did. If they showed even a shred of reason, it was only because they had been forced to.
Only when their lives were truly threatened would the Restricted Area Supremes speak civilly.
"Hahaha, fellow Daoists, why aren't you going inside? Don't stand in the doorway. Come on in."
Amitabha held the Bronze Immortal Palace, all smiles, as though he were no longer the Past Buddha but had become the ever-smiling Future Buddha. The atmosphere was utterly harmonious, yet beneath that tranquility, hidden currents surged, seemingly tinged with killing