The elder abbot with white eyebrows covering his eyes held a Zen staff, brought his palms together, and said, "The entire Immortal Sect is a whole, and now disputes have arisen. Who can remain indifferent? The people of the Devil Sect will never rest until they've had their way, we cannot remain hidden any longer. As Buddhists, how could we idly watch the world plunge into chaos?"
"Does the abbot mean to deploy the temple's seventy-two golden monks?"
The elder abbot nodded and continued, "We must ensure the safety of that person from Xia. Once the Immortal Cultivation World descends into chaos, the Mortal World will inevitably suffer."
"I understand."
At this moment, within the Limitless Immortal Sect.
The disciples were still immersed in an atmosphere of grief when a voice full of age yet brimming with energy resounded in their minds.
"Summon your spirits."
It echoed in their brains like the sound of a great bell.
