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Emperor Tao and Dust-Light Divine Monk chatted while flying, their cultivation so profound that they traveled at incredible speeds.
After a long time.
They finally arrived at the battlefield where Fang Wang and the Suppressing Evil Golden Buddha had clashed. All that met their eyes was a land riddled with wounds, not a single spot left intact. The air was thick with the acrid smell of scorched earth and blood, rendering the whole world murky and turbid.
Emperor Tao raised his eyebrows, his gaze becoming ice cold.
Dust-Light Divine Monk sighed and said, "Only the Buddha Cultivator's aura remains; it seems we are too late."
Without responding, Emperor Tao sped up, with Dust-Light Divine Monk closely behind him.
The two of them swept across hundreds of miles before coming to a halt together. Following their gaze, one could see a Golden Buddha sitting cross-legged amidst the ruins, with a severed mountain face behind it, still splattered with blood.
