"It's indeed predestined that he would become the protector of our Buddhist Sect."
"In just a hundred years, he's grown to such a level. Given another thousand years, he might become a Quasi-Saint."
"But this Yang Jian..."
Duo Bao Tathagata squinted slightly, a glint of contemplation flashing in his eyes.
Under his powerful divine thought, he naturally observed the battle going on over the East Sea.
Watching the duel between Yang Jian and Sun Wukong, especially Yang Jian.
Duo Bao Tathagata pondered in his heart, with a hint of doubt: "Why does it seem he is fighting with his true self, rather than a Three Corpse Incarnation? And his strength seems to have declined."
"Why is this?"
With Duo Bao Tathagata's discerning eyes, considered top-notch in this world, he naturally noticed the abnormal changes in Yang Jian.
Even a minor difference wouldn't escape his perception.
However, even after repeated consideration, Duo Bao couldn't fully discern the reason behind it.
