"This is the magic skill of the Suffering Faction. My incense flames have started burning anew."
"The Buddha Country is eternal. We only ask for the Buddha to lead us into the nine levels of incense."
The two had already exhibited the fanatical devotion that only true believers would display, their divine souls kneeling like worshippers before a Buddha enwrapped in fierce flames.
Daluo Tian and Wuxiang Prison watched the Saint Heir and Saintess with satisfaction, subtly perceiving an invisible leash tightening around their necks.
"As long as someone is human, they will have desires. Whoever fulfills their desires becomes their master."
"Let's hope the Saint Heir and Saintess prove to be loyal dogs with a proper bite." The two of Wuxiang Prison exchanged thoughts through the Netherworld Stone…
