"Donor, this old monk implores you to keep your recent promise."
Meng Chuan slightly raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding his words.
After pondering for a moment, he nodded.
Delaying time would be futile.
Not to mention that the essence of the mountain's whisper remains in the universe, even if the great ceremony succeeds, its power in the Dharma Realm will not vanish.
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if its essence perishes, the remnants will persist, time will not reverse.
Only by adhering to Divine Dragon Taoist's teachings, using the opportunity of "Divine Communication to prove the Dao."
To rebuild the Dharma realm and reshape the golden body.
Seeing that he agreed readily, the old monk, too, was adept at leveraging opportunities.
He again bowed low, speaking sincerely:
"Please, Donor Meng, enlighten this old monk. What method... might prevent the monastery's martial temple reformation?"
Meng Chuan shook his head, the meaning obvious.
