Ning Chenxin looked at the actions of the three Buddhist cultivators and said, "If the Buddhist Sect is really like you lot, then it's rotten to the core."
Hearing this.
The burly Buddhist cultivator sneered and said, "So what? In this world where the strong prey on the weak, lag behind and you'll get beaten."
"The weak must grovel beneath the feet of the strong."
"Otherwise, they'll be eliminated!"
"See, if those people had listened to us and believed in the Bodhisattvas, they wouldn't have died."
"It's all karma."
Ning Chenxin stayed silent, but a certain fatigue flickered in his eyes.
He wanted to spread the Dao across the world.
Bring peace to all.
No wars.
No fighting.
No scheming or backstabbing either.
But this path was just too hard.
Not just hard—damn near impossible.
Even Chang'sheng, who knew what Ning Chenxin dreamed of.
Wouldn't hold out hope.
Wherever there are people,
There'll be fighting, there'll be scheming.
The world Ning Chenxin wants—
