"Heaven and Earth revere the Saint, but also fear the Saint."
Though the old monk had lost his status as the World Honored One of the Buddhist sect, he was still one of the peak Immortals, his profundity still intact.
He gazed directly into that tranquil pair of eyes, discerning greed, anger, and ignorance.
"A mortal, in a lifetime of fifty years, can at most disrupt a nation. A cultivator, upon reaching the Dao realm, may only bring disaster to a region, and even the true Immortal at most endangers all living beings. The heavens stretch infinitely in all directions, and the earth has depths of millions of zhang, with countless caves and rivers, mountains and hills beyond reckoning."
"Even if an Immortal slaughters billions of beings, thousands of years later, Heaven and Earth are still brimming with life."
"But a Saint is different. A Saint can make water flow uphill, or bring the dead back to life, disturbing the balance of yin and yang. If one day you revive someone, countless vengeful spirits may arise the next."
"Amitabha, do you dare?"
Do I dare?
When asked, Gu Wen's lips curled into a slight smile, soft yet echoing throughout the entire Buddhist hall.
The old monk laughed, even more wildly, like a madman.