"Yes, actually, this result is not surprising."

The Night King nodded and said, "In today's China, humanity has gained an absolute advantage, and public security is getting better and better. We no longer need the protection of the gods."

The boy did not object to this, after all, he had witnessed it step by step.

As we all know, the greatest role of gods is to help mankind. However, with the development of technology, mankind has become the master of the world, and the need for gods has become weaker and weaker. In fact, some excessive faith is even regarded as superstition.

"I understand what you're saying, but I never expected that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth would be..."

The boy frowned and said, "No, it should be said that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth still exists, but it has become very weak. Apart from some undeveloped natural caves that still retain some spiritual energy, other places can only supply people's daily life, and cultivation is no longer possible."

"That's right. So, if we are to continue to live, we must leave this place like the gods."

The Night King's eyes flashed slightly, and he pressed on while the iron was hot, saying, "Moreover, I have just discovered another world with abundant spiritual energy, which can serve as our new place of survival."

"Another world?"

Upon hearing this, the boy immediately frowned slightly, his gaze towards the Night King revealing a strange expression.

"Cough, I am not insane!"

Upon seeing this, the Night King nearly overturned the table, but managed to control his emotions and took a deep breath, saying, "If the Evil King doesn't believe me, we can take you to see for yourself."

“Sure, where is the location?” the boy readily agreed.

"A Buddhist temple."

"..."

Now, the boy's gaze toward the Night King became even more peculiar.

Sending a zombie to a Buddhist holy site—are you sure this isn't a deliberate attempt to murder him?

"The current Buddhist temples might still have some effect on ordinary zombies, but they're basically ineffective against the Evil King."

"Too."

The Evil King nodded, then stood up and said, "Then let's go take a look."

Time flies, the location changes, and it is already three months later.

The boy, leading a group of zombie followers, joined forces with the Night King to besiege the Buddhist temple.

"You audacious fiend, how dare you trespass on the sacred grounds of Buddhism!"

At the entrance of the Buddhist temple, the abbot, with a dignified and respected appearance, led the monks in guarding the gate.

"Old bald monk, if you cooperate, I am in a good mood today and do not want to start a massacre. I promise to spare your lives."

The boy stepped forward and said lazily, "But if you resist stubbornly, it will be tantamount to killing everyone here. The choice is yours."

"Then, I wonder what brings you here, Evil King?"

The abbot, being worldly-wise, remained relatively calm and negotiated with the boy.

He simply couldn't understand what these demons might want inside a Buddhist temple.

"pagoda."

The Night King stepped forward and said calmly, "As long as you agree to let us into the pagoda, we can guarantee that none of the people present will be touched."

"Absolutely impossible."

Before the abbot could speak, a greasy-haired, fat monk immediately objected angrily, "The pagoda is a sacred Buddhist site, containing the relics of past abbots and precious Buddhist scriptures. How can we allow you demons to enter and defile that sacred place!"

"Oh, really?"

Upon hearing this, before the Night King could finish speaking, the young man gave a cold laugh, a bloodthirsty red light flashing in his eyes.