Lin Tian had already arrived near Spirit Mountain with Zhen Yuanzi and begun his first livestream.
"Everyone, wake up! Time to watch the livestream."
Using the Celestial Phenomenon Mirror, Zhen Yuanzi projected Lin Tian's image across the sky.
The Primordial Land, which had only just settled down, plunged into a frenzy once more.
The killing of the Buddhas was about to begin!
In the image, Lin Tian stood atop a mountain peak, dressed entirely in white. In the distance lay Spirit Mountain.
He took out the Six-Soul Banner and placed it on a boulder, silently recited the God-Slaying Curse Mantra toward Spirit Mountain, and completed a ritual bow.
Yet no stir came from Spirit Mountain in the distance.
Lin Tian paid it no mind. Smiling at the Celestial Phenomenon Mirror, he began recounting his first experience of laying a trap for the Buddhist Sect.
"I remember it was noon on a crisp, clear autumn day. I was sleeping when Golden-Headed Kinnara suddenly appeared..."
Lin Tian had long since planned the content of his Buddha-killing livestream.
The daily ritual bow to the Six-Soul Banner was a fixed segment.
For the rest, he would recount how he had uncovered the Buddhist Sect's wicked deeds along the Journey to the West Road, step by step, and how he had dug one pit after another for them to fall into.
Whether anyone believed him did not concern Lin Tian.
As long as it disgusted the Buddhist Sect, that was enough.
This was the most public exposure he had received since coming to the Primordial World.
With his current strength, he no longer needed to hide his actions so cautiously.
Even Saints descending into the Primordial World could not deal with him. What did he have to fear?
He wanted to ask just one thing: