Full-time Creation Master

not to mention,

Even the most useless, lowest-ranking human forbidden spells,

Once their numbers increase, and each of them is determined to fight to the death, they swarm forward.

Using one's essence and blood to activate a forbidden spell, the combined power of the laws can be deadly!

Even emperors wouldn't dare to easily confront them head-on.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk from Lingyin Temple remained completely unperturbed by Lei's disdain and skepticism, his expression still indifferent.

A faint Buddhist light flowed around him, silently dissolving the thunderous pressure emanating from Lei Yi without causing the slightest ripple.

Just like his current peak eighth-realm spiritual state.

A mind free of distractions, clear and transparent.

Unperturbed by external arrogance and doubt, they truly embodied the principle of "originally there is nothing, so where can dust settle?"

He spoke slowly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

The Buddhist laws around him surged slightly, as if confirming that what he said was true: "Lord Ray, during a break in the fierce battle just now, this humble monk investigated and happened to learn of some of your worries."

As he spoke, Master Ciming adopted a compassionate expression.

His eyes were full of concern, and his tone softened, yet it still carried the weight of a Buddhist master:

"Your Highness, the young Ray, has suffered damage to the essence of the Thunder Source Crystal."

That was an innate, fundamental injury, connected to his innate lightning-based laws.

As far as this humble monk knows,

Without the blessing of extraordinary treasures of creation or time,

Without the intervention of a top expert to help them recover, it would take at least a hundred years to slowly recover.

He deliberately exaggerated the recovery time slightly, but there was no cunning in his eyes, only sincerity.

The voice carried a hint of empathy: "A century has passed, and too many things have changed."

The young prince's lightning-based talent will likely be hampered by his primal injury, making it difficult to reach its full potential.

His tone shifted, becoming increasingly confident, carrying the assurance of Great Xia: "And Great Xia absolutely has a way to quickly repair Prince Lei's damaged foundation."

There's no need for such a long wait; it might even allow their lightning-type talent to reach a higher level.

"Most importantly, His Majesty the Emperor of Great Xia once personally praised the Lei Yi clan, saying that your clan acts on behalf of Heaven to punish evil, upholds the justice of thunder, is impartial and incorruptible, and protects the weak and punishes the wicked. They are the righteous path of the world, which coincides with the ideals of Great Xia."

The implication of these words couldn't be clearer—

Our Great Xia and your Lei Yi clan are not enemies; on the contrary, we share some common goals and ideals, so there is no need for us to fight each other!

As for those humans who plotted against you before?

Laugh to death!

Those people are nothing but petty scoundrels; they can't be considered true citizens of Great Xia at all.

Even obtaining the demi-human status of the Great Xia is uncertain, so how can it represent the Great Xia's intentions?

Upon hearing this, Ray's aura of lightning abruptly halted.

The lightning surrounding him dimmed slightly, and the arrogance in his eyes faded considerably.

Instead, there was a hint of annoyance and impatience, and even the emperor's composure was greatly diminished.

In his heart, the safety and talents of the next generation were far more important than his imperial dignity and the face of his clan.

That is the legacy and future of the Ray clan: "Indeed, there are people in Great Xia who can help me."

But those people were all incredibly greedy, always demanding exorbitant sums whenever they made a move.

His tone was full of dissatisfaction and resentment, and the lightning at his fingertips flickered violently: "The treasures they demand are often the accumulated wealth of my clan for millions of years."

They even dared to mention our clan's inherited lightning-type treasures (which are unusable because, like injecting allicin into garlic, similar substances have no effect), it's blatant opportunism!

His words were loaded with meaning, his gaze fixed intently on the old monk of Lingyin Temple.

His eyes held a scrutinizing gaze, and his aura of power surged once more.

However, there was less hostility and more probing: "Your Buddhist sect has always had a profound foundation, possessing the ability to purify, convert, and suppress. I imagine you also have similar methods for restoring one's original nature."

"Just tell me straight, what are your conditions?"

"Don't you know?"

The old monk Ciming of Lingyin Temple instantly put on a look of great surprise.

It was as if Ray had asked an extremely obvious, even somewhat foolish, question.

His eyes were full of surprise, but there was not a trace of mockery.

His tone was calm, yet every word was piercing, each sentence carrying the supreme wisdom of the Great Xia Dynasty.

He slowly said, "Besides those ordinary treasures, His Majesty the Emperor of Great Xia..."

Those who wield the power of creation are the ultimate powerhouses who control the creation of heaven and earth.

With every gesture, one can reverse fundamental damage and rebuild the foundation;

"The Daoist patriarch, Fairy Xuewu, possesses the power of time, able to manipulate the power of time, spanning a thousand years in an instant."

Looking back, healing the wounds at their source.

For her, it was just a small favor.

"Moreover, the Saintess Xin Xia at the Parthenon is the wife of our Emperor's brother, Prince Mo Fan (not officially conferred the title, just as Chu Ming hasn't officially ascended the throne yet, but is universally acknowledged), and she wields the power of divine souls and healing."

The wound to her very core was not a difficult thing for her...

The conversation ended abruptly there.

He didn't say another word.

The Buddha's light surrounding him remained gentle, and his expression remained serene.

Yet it possesses an undeniable confidence.

That was the combined strength of the top powers of the Great Xia Dynasty, enough to crush the vast majority of races in the world.

Leaving blank space is always the most interesting thing.

Some things are better left unsaid, without needing to be explicitly stated.

They already knew the truth in each other's hearts.

The old monk from Lingyin Temple did not explicitly state that "no stringent conditions are required."

Yet every word implied that Great Xia had sufficient resources to provide assistance.

And the terms will never be as outrageous as those petty scoundrels.

Looking at the old monk's calm expression, and considering the implied meaning in his words, Ray...

Considering the tremendous changes that have taken place in the Dragon Kingdom in the blink of an eye... the Great Xia Emperor's power of creation, the Snow Dance Fairy's authority over time, and the Heart Summer Saintess's healing power...

His aura became increasingly restrained, the illusory lightning gradually dissipated, and he fell into deep thought.

At the very least... we'll have an excuse for a truce!

There's nothing shameful about stopping for the sake of preserving tradition!

.........

The conversation between the old monk Lingyin and Lei Yi was clear and distinct, penetrating the aftershocks of the battlefield's laws and reaching the ears of every powerful individual.

Those demon emperors and human forbidden spells who had been lurking on the edge of the battlefield or during the lulls in the fighting could no longer hold back.

Some people harbored a provocative intent in their eyes.

Some people are wary.

Some people even tried to fan the flames.

Finally, a piercing sound (containing a spiritual energy fluctuation common to all races) shattered this brief peace:

"Monk of Great Xia, are you making peace with demons?!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another voice, accusatory and inciteful, followed, its tone urgent, but abruptly stopped at the crucial moment:

"And what about the people of Great Xia...? Aren't you going to do anything about them?!"