"Even Heaven is helping us. At this speed, we'll soon be able to join up with the Human Race."
"Indeed. Could a Sage have cast a spell? But it doesn't feel like it. This power is exceptionally pure, without any fluctuations from a Sage's involvement."
"What a strange mystery! Has Heaven truly taken pity on us? Does it fear we'll wear ourselves out on the road, or that the warriors on the front lines will suffer too many losses?"
The Demon Race's several Demon Marshals were utterly astonished.
They were all mighty cultivators. Even the Demon Emperor would have found something like this difficult.
The Demon Emperor alone could slaughter all these demons, provided he had enough time.
But swiftly transporting all these demons to the South was another matter.
The power that required might make it even harder than killing them.
The strange happenings were not limited to the Demon Race's journey.
The party sent to seek aid from the Western Buddhist Sect encountered Shakyamuni halfway there.
"Amitabha. I received word that the Human Race needed reinforcements and hurried over. I never expected to encounter the Human Race's party seeking aid."
Shakyamuni also found it rather strange. He had just encountered a white-bearded old man who claimed to be a Human Race elder and had come specifically to seek aid.
Although he had never met the man before, for some reason, he had believed him.
He had also become convinced that the Human Race needed aid, though deep down, he actually had no desire to help them.
Yet, for some reason, this time he felt that he had to help the Human Race.
It was rather eerie. Anyone would find it inconceivable to be compelled to help an enemy.
But however inconceivable it was, Shakyamuni had still taken action.