Jun Mo was dressed in a monk's robes, with very short hair and sleeves flowing lightly in the wind. He looked like a young monk. He stood on the mountain path, facing the peak in the light of the Buddha, as if he was actually in front of the Buddha.
He was silent and did not raise his iron sword to fight again. He was not afraid of any enemy, even the Buddha.
The chessboard has been controlled by Haotian for many years. Even when the Buddha resurrected and returned to the world through the mountains, it would be far weaker than the Buddha's peak. At least in the past, he would have the opportunity to interrupt that process.
Maybe the Buddha was really waiting for Taoism and the Academy to hurt each other before coming back. But he did not care. He did not care anymore, so he did not do anything. His hands clasped behind his back, and the iron sword behind him. He was very tired.