"Retreat in prosperous times, descend the mountain in chaotic times..."
"Is this, Daoism?"
Countless people who once harbored prejudices against the Daoists felt overwhelming guilt at this moment.
Especially the believers of the Buddha.
They had always been calling upon the Bodhisattvas and Buddha.
But, the Bodhisattvas did not come.
Nor did the Buddha.
Instead... it was those Daoists with sour expressions and explosive tempers who came.
"Who would have thought, in the end, it would be them who came to save everyone..."
Many Buddhist believers were dazed and lost, and as they exchanged glances, they saw the shame in each other's eyes.
And even more people, had already knelt down like a tide.
"We were wrong..."
"We shouldn't have deeply wounded Daoism in the Buddhist-Daoist struggle back then..."
"We were wrong, truly wrong..."
Endless crowds prostrated themselves, kowtowing and weeping.
