The Primordial World erupted in an uproar.
Countless cultivators emerged from their cave abodes, gathering in small groups and talking animatedly.
Some were contemptuous, some dismissive, while others wore grave expressions, their brows knitted and their eyes filled with thought.
"Hmph, the Buddhist School has been beaten into submission by the Wine Sword Immortal. Now that brute force won't work, they're trying a softer approach?"
"They can't defeat the Interception Sect, so they want to use this soft blade to slowly gnaw away at the Eastern World's fortune? What a fine scheme they've cooked up."
A loose cultivator sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
His companion shook his head, however, and took up the conversation with a grave expression:
"That may be true, but we have to admit that this is a clever move by the Buddhist School."
"Over the course of this journey, how many hearts will their faith take root in? Ordinary people who previously knew nothing of the Buddhist School, and even cultivators from minor sects, will probably fall under their spell."
"So what if they do?" another cultivator snorted. "That stuff the Buddhist School preaches might fool ordinary mortals, but what cultivator with any real ability would take it seriously?"
"Whether they take it seriously is one thing, but there's no stopping the sheer number of believers."
The earlier cultivator sighed.
"The masses are ignorant. They only seek peace of mind-what do they care about the true essence of the Great Dao?"
"The Buddhist School's move follows the path of the masses' vow power. Once enough people believe and their incense offerings flourish, the Buddhist School's fortune will naturally rise."
"When that happens, it won't be so easy for the Interception Sect to suppress them."
At those words, everyone nearby fell silent.
Indeed.
The masses' vow