"Evil Buddha!"
Riftspace spoke coldly, his voice like icy blades slicing through layer upon layer of space, pointing straight at the enormous mountain of flesh crouched in the center.
"Five hundred years!"
"The alliance had gathered for five hundred years, and we had waited a full five hundred years as well!"
"But what was the result? Li Qingshan was still hiding inside the [Ancient Hall], and we could not even see his shadow!"
As his words fell, the atmosphere suddenly turned heavy.
Impatient gazes lit up one after another in the darkness, like tangible needlepoints viciously stabbing toward the mountain of flesh.
"G-Gentlemen..."
Fine cold sweat seeped from Evil Buddha's forehead. His huge body trembled slightly beneath the pressure of a hundred gazes as he hurriedly tried to placate them.
"It has only been five hundred years. To people like us, that is but a flick of the fingers. Why must you all be so anxious..."
"It may be a flick of the fingers to us, but not to Li Qingshan!"
Netherbone interrupted in a sinister tone, the soul-fire in his eyes flickering without end.
"Buddha, you said it yourself. Li Qingshan is an anomaly by nature. The longer this drags on, the greater the variables become!"
"Those little ones who fell at his hands before have already proven that point. Do you still want to repeat the same mistakes?"
"Brother Netherbone, y-you jest!"
Evil Buddha's mouth twitched, and inwardly, he wanted to cry without tears.
Of course he understood that Dao Principle. He had even explained it to Lang Yu five hundred years ago.
But if Lang Yu refused to act, what could he do?
In the end, he could only force out a smile and repeat the same argument Lang Yu had used before.
"Everyone knows how difficult