Among all the Dao lineages under Heaven, the one Li Ximing detested most was the Northern Buddhists. The tales of his elders Li Xuanling and Li Tongya had been repeated hundreds of times by his grandfather Li Xuanxuan, his voice still lingering with unresolved bitterness. Li Xuanfeng had died besieged by Buddhist cultivators, and even Li Xijun had nearly perished at their hands…0

It had been the same during the Chengshui Tomb dispute between the North and South. He had only begun his cultivation not so long ago, but Buddhist cultivators had come knocking at the door. 0

Li Ximing snarled, "That last battle nearly killed my kin. And now what is your intent?!"0

The way Kongheng was now paralyzed beneath the old monk’s white light was far too similar to the events of that day!0

The Wei's Li era was Bright...0