The young man sighed and said with a bitter smile, "The Lord of the Imperial Court is too domineering. We are barely surviving on the edge of a knife, far from the glory spoken of by the outside world."
The older man waved his sleeve, turned, and disappeared into the surging fog, leaving only one sentence behind, "You keep a close watch on him, I'm going to ask someone for help."
After he left, the dark space became silent once again.
The young man looked at Victorious Fighting Buddha, his gaze falling on the Buddha's clenched fists.
He noticed that even without consciousness, Victorious Fighting Buddha still maintained a fighting stance with fists tightly clenched.
He shook his head with a wry smile, then ascended and sat cross-legged in the void, quietly cultivating.
Just after he closed his eyes, Victorious Fighting Buddha's body trembled slightly.
...
In the Ancient Wilderness, within the Myriad Demon Court.
