Chapter 472: He Who Understands the Times Is a Wise Man 1
Chapter 472 Chapter 471: The Wise Adapt to Circumstances 1 (1/3)
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“What?”
“King Yanfu actually wants to pay homage to that so-called Blessed-Being Infinite Great Dream Immortal Venerable?”
“This is bad. So what should we do now?”
Hearing King Yanfu’s decree, the experts of every race in Yanfu City all changed expression.
An involuntary thought rose in their hearts: We were ready to fight to the death, so why has the King surrendered first?
Of course, fighting to the death was impossible.
But King Yanfu taking the lead in surrendering left the experts of every race, including Spirit Mountain’s Son of Buddha, utterly exasperated.
You, King Yanfu, are an orphan. You can be a servant of three masters, pay homage to whoever you please.
No one will care either way.
But the cultivators who descended into the Yanfu Realm from other Cosmos were not the same.
The Buddhist order revered the Buddha Ancestor, the Daoist sects looked up to the Heavenly Venerable, and even the cultivators of the Heavenly Immortal Macrocosm, regarded by the Myriad Realms as Heavenly Demons.
No matter where they went, they still had to loudly proclaim: Everlasting Prosperity to the Heavenly Immortals!
The path of faith is firm and singular. How could it be changed on a whim?
Just like that Spirit Mountain’s Son of Buddha.
He was the Son of Buddha of the Spirit Mountain lineage, his Buddha roots deeply planted, hand-picked by the Buddha Ancestor.
How could he change his allegiance on the strength of a single declaration from King Yanfu?
If word of this got out.
He would have to beg forgiveness before all the Buddhas of Spirit Mountain.
“This is absurd, simply absurd.”
“It seems the Yanfu Realm is no longer somewhere we can stay.”
“Let us wait until the next Chaotic Era arrives, and leave the Yanfu Realm immediately!”
Spirit Mountain’s Son of Buddha looked at the monks in the temple and spoke in a low voice.
“Amitabha. Holy Monk, calm yourself.”
“Escaping blindly will not solve anything.”
The Demon Buddha chanted a Buddhist name, shook his head, and said to the disciples of the Buddhist order.
“King Yanfu is an ancient Primordial God who has survived since the complete era of the Yin-Yang Macrocosm.”
“No one should truly treat her as a helpless weak woman who can be easily manipulated.”
“Holy Monk, forgive this old monk for speaking harshly.”
“But previously, even with your status as Spirit Mountain’s Son of Buddha, you were utterly unable to gain any advantage over King Yanfu.”
“Even our Buddha’s compassion could not make this King Yanfu achieve great enlightenment and take refuge in our Buddha.”
“But now, this Blessed-Being Infinite Great Dream Immortal Venerable has just displayed a miracle, spreading the Dao through the Yanfu Realm.”
“And King Yanfu immediately prostrated herself and paid homage.”
At this point, the Demon Buddha’s gaze swept across the disciples of the Buddhist order. Seeing their thoughtful expressions, he raised his voice.