His voice turned cold, booming like thunder.
"The Celestial Dao of this realm is on the verge of death, its Origin scattering. If I don't drag it into my Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm to be devoured and merged, it will eventually disintegrate completely. When that happens, its so-called billions of living beings and countless Small Thousand Worlds will instantly turn to chaotic dust. Not a single wisp of a soul will remain.
My actions are not to cut off their path to survival, but to break them from their certain doom. I am fighting for the faint hope that the beings of this dying realm might merge into a new Great Realm.
This is true, great Merit. But your Buddhist Sect, in the name of false compassion, is actively obstructing the Dao. You merely wish to squeeze out the last bit of Faith Desire Force from this realm before it perishes completely. You are utterly hypocritical."
