"He is he, I am I."
"How could there be any deep connection?"
The old Taoist raised his head and glanced calmly.
"Daoist."
"Perhaps some things happened between you and the Saints in the past, but your roots are in the West. The flourishing of the Buddhist Sect is the flourishing of the West. Outsiders don't know what is suppressed beneath our Spirit Mountain, but don't you?"
"For countless years, the Buddhist Sect has ultimately transformed the Western Continent into a prosperous continent in the Earth Immortal Realm, peaceful and harmonious."
"But the Western Continent is ultimately buried with a hidden danger. If not for this time of spreading the Buddhist Law to the East, the danger beneath Spirit Mountain would inevitably erupt."
"Suddenly all our efforts over the years in the Buddhist Sect would come to nothing."
"Daoist, do you really want to sit idly by and do nothing?"
Duobao's tone also carried a sense of pleading.
Listening to Duobao's words.
