The Immortals' faces darkened as they looked on angrily.
There was no problem for the Undying Holy Buddha to burn the Fruit of Path. He was already a dead person and had relied on the Great Path of Time to survive. He did not have to worry about the consequences of burning the Fruit of Path at all.
But the Immortals couldn't.
They were people from the present world. Burning their Fruit of Path was no different from courting death.
"Since you are unwilling to burn your Fruit of Path, watch my young friend become an Immortal with me!" The Undying Holy Buddha chuckled. His voice was like thunder as it resounded in the sky.
"Monk, your Fruit of Path won't last long. Its effects will quickly decline," an Immortal threatened.
