Bi Fang said, "That damned bald donkey, along with the other three Heavenly Venerates, are all in cahoots. They've divided into twenty-one Zen bodies and still want to ambush the Supreme Will."
When he got to this point, he continued, "That Ancient Buddha has been quite good to you too. Until now, he's still giving you the chance to live. However, this opportunity is useless to you."
"If you say you believe in the arrival of the Blood God, you'll become the Blood God, then use your great power to pull out my storyteller's gold sign, sending your friends away from this dream.
Of course, your fate is—being the Blood God, devoured by the Supreme Will, forever trapped in this dream."
"You die, your friends live."
Bi Fang looked at Zhou Xuan with satisfaction, shaking his head, saying, "Of course, you could also tell the Ancient Buddha—you don't believe in the arrival of the Blood God."
