"With such strength, you dare to settle karma? Junior, do not underestimate the world and think too highly of yourself!"
A voice filled with ridicule descended from the sky, deeply wounding the Dust-Light Divine Monk.
The Dust-Light Divine Monk lowered his head to look at his right hand, where the skin was festering and blood blisters were continuously forming, making it impossible to heal.
"Dust-Light Divine Monk, two thousand years ago you suppressed the Nine-Headed Demon Ancestor, stopped the chaos of Jiu You. You are indeed one of the few who truly possesses great merit in this world. However, your excessive care for the Buddhist Sect is starting to outweigh your good deeds. It seems you have assisted many beings oppressed by the Buddhist Sect, yet you haven't disciplined its disciples, causing them to become even more rampant."
"Have you not realized that during the two thousand years you hid your identity, the Buddhist Sect worsened in its ways?"