Upon hearing this, Lin Heng's expression became peculiar.
"You are the evil thought of Tathagata, yet the Mahayana Sutra is a scripture to transcend the world. How could it possibly originate from your hand?"
The Black Lotus hovered, and a voice from the abyss chuckled calmly.
"Who is truly good, who is truly evil—who can say for certain? Don't you agree?"
Lin Heng remained silent, not overly entangled in this question, and instead asked, "So, do you want to kill Golden Cicada, or seize the Mahayana Sutra?"
His eyes were sharp, staring directly at the Black Lotus.
The Black Lotus exuded a faint black mist, speaking truthfully: "To obtain the Mahayana Sutra, Golden Cicada must die."
"What do you need the Mahayana Sutra for?" Lin Heng asked again.
After a brief silence, the Black Lotus replied frankly, "The Mahayana Sutra is connected to my essence. If I wish to claim a Saint's seat, I cannot do without it."
With these words, the atmosphere grew tense.
