Hearing the Emperor of Siqi's words, Bai Lingmiao's hands slowly clenched into fists. Her expression darkened, and she seemed unsteady on her feet.
The Pure Land was real; the Unborn Mother had said so herself. Her own family was living there now, enjoying a carefree life. After her death, she would be able to reunite with them. This was something Bai Lingmiao believed with absolute certainty.
But when this deeply held belief was pitted against the lives of 1,800,000 people, her heart was thrown into turmoil.
If the Pure Land is real, then death is merely a move to another place to live. If that's the case, then why… why am I so resistant?
At this point, the Emperor of Siqi continued to press his advantage. "Miss Bai, think it over carefully. By sacrificing a little over one million of the old, weak, sick, and disabled, we can gain nine million faithful followers in the future. When has there ever been such a guaranteed profit?"
