The Two Saints of the West: Daoist Friend, Feel Free to Use the Eight Treasures Merit Pool!

Primal Celestial Venerable's "Father," a title that could tarnish a Saint's Dao Heart, still echoed.

Sovereign of Heaven's domineering sword intent, ready to pierce the Heavenly Dao for his "Father," continued to clash within Yang Chen's sea of consciousness.

Above Golden Ao Island, the black thread of the Void, precisely projected by Yang Chen's will, still floated silently, a fragile testament to a Saint's dojo.

The terror of Primordial World's life being silently erased had deeply planted a most vicious shock within Saint Nuwa's Dao Heart.

The entire Primordial World fell into a strange, high-pressure silence.

Just then.

Another completely different will quietly descended.

It was not cold and orderly like Primal Celestial Venerable's will, filled with a sense of supreme judgment.

Nor was it sharp and domineering like Sovereign of Heaven's will, carrying a killing intent to shatter everything.

It was not as compassionate and gentle as Saint Nuwa's will, imbued with the rhythm of creation.

This will was peculiar.

It was filled with "suffering," a torment originating from the very source of heaven and earth, from the Reincarnation of all things.

It also carried a "salvation," a fanaticism to forcibly convert all suffering in the world and lead it to ultimate bliss.

The moment this will descended, the rolling black mist of Karmic Force around Yang Chen seemed to be tinged with a faint, compassionate golden light.

Far to the west, Mount Sumeru.

The Buddhist light illuminating eternity from the Holy Land of Spirit Mountain seemed somewhat dim and strained at this moment.

Daoist Jieyin's face, perpetually etched with suffering, now bore even deeper furrows, as if the poverty and hardship of the entire West were carved upon it.

Beside him, Daoist Zhunti's face, always sporting a faint smile, now had its smile completely frozen, leaving only a dry awkwardness from a failed scheme.

They wore grim expressions.

Their faces were even more bitter than before.

The Three Pure Ones of the East, with their vast families, Innate Spiritual Treasures, and esteemed positions in their sects, had everything readily available.

Saint Nuwa, holding the merit of creation and the supreme status of the Human Race's Holy Mother.

And their West?

Barren.

Two words that summarized endless Aeons of hardship.

In terms of magical treasures, apart from those few items suppressing their luck, they truly had nothing comparable to the Pangu Banner or the Four Immortal Slaying Swords.

In terms of resources, the entire Western land's veins were depleted, and spiritual energy was thin, making it difficult to find even a few decent immortal mountains or blessed lands.

Seeing that the Three Pure Ones and Saint Nuwa had extended their olive branches, only to be ruthlessly rejected by that madman, they felt a mixture of schadenfreude and deep anxiety.

If they didn't act soon, they might not even get a taste of the leftovers.

But what could they offer?

Daoist Zhunti's ever-rolling eyes spun at an extreme speed, billions of thoughts flickering within them.

Got it!

His seductive Saintly thought, no longer hesitant, rushed into Yang Chen's sea of consciousness with an almost fawning urgency.

"Fellow Daoist, please calm your anger! Fellow Daoist, please calm your anger!"

His voice carried a perfectly fitting compassion for all beings.

"You bear immeasurable Karmic Force, suffering its torment day and night. This is the greatest suffering in the world. I feel it deeply, and my heart is filled with immense sorrow!"

He didn't immediately state his terms but first expressed profound sympathy, attempting to establish an emotional resonance with Yang Chen on the level of "suffering."

This was the Western Teachings' most skilled tactic.

After precisely expressing sympathy and bridging the ethereal distance, Daoist Zhunti immediately presented their core, and indeed, only, competitive advantage.

"Although our Western Teachings are impoverished, we possess a treasure that suppresses our sect's destiny, a supreme sacred artifact unique in the Three Realms!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with sanctity and solemnity.

"The Eight Treasures Merit Pool!"

"This pool was formed by my senior brother and I, who made forty-eight great vows, gathering the merit and vows of countless Aeons of the Western Teachings. It is most adept at washing away Karmic Force and purifying True Spirits!"

With these four words, it was as if the entire Mount Sumeru in the West lit up for an instant.

Zhunti's voice was filled with infinite temptation, painting an incredibly beautiful picture for Yang Chen.

"As long as Fellow Daoist is willing to come to our West, the Eight Treasures Merit Pool of our Western Teachings is willing to be shared with you, for your use! Boundless merit will wash away your Karmic Force day and night, cleansing your Divine Soul, until the Karma of the Immeasurable Tribulation turns into nothingness!"

"Just don't do anything rash!"

Beside him, Saint Jieyin immediately added in his sorrowful voice.

"Goodness, goodness."

"Fellow Daoist has a connection with our West. By joining our Western Teachings, you shall sever all suffering, enjoy great tranquility, and attain great freedom."

The two of them sang and harmonized, drawing a massive "cake of the Dao" that would drive any Great Power in the Primordial World, burdened by Karmic Force, into a frenzy.

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool!

That was a treasure even Saints coveted.

For any being who did not wish to be dragged down by Karmic Force, who did not want to turn to ashes in the tribulations, it was the supreme, ultimate holy artifact capable of defying heaven and changing fate.

They believed Yang Chen absolutely could not refuse this offer.

Because it was precisely what he needed!

"You're tormented by Karmic Force? I'll help you wash it away!"

This was more practical, more direct to the core than Primal Celestial Venerable's status, more than Sovereign of Heaven's authority, more than Saint Nuwa's beauty!

However.

Within the icy sea of Yang Chen's Divine Soul, not only did no ripples stir, but instead, an extreme, icy mockery surged forth.

Immediately after, pure rage!

"Wash away Karmic Force?"

"What a joke!"

"These high and mighty Saints still haven't figured out the situation?"

"This boundless Karmic Force, which makes all of you tremble in fear, is the root of my suffering, but now, it is my only protective charm! It is my authority! It is the root of my life!"

"It is the only trump card I have that allows me to dare to flip this table!"

"Once this Karmic Force is washed away, what will be left of me, Yang Chen?"

"A defenseless mortal!"

"An ant that you can crush with a flick of your wrist, grind to dust, and never be reborn!"

"At that time, everything you promise today will become the most venomous joke! The heads you bow today will press down on me again with ten thousand times the majesty!"

"This is a more sinister and venomous trap than Nuwa's gentle embrace!"

"They are not saving me."

"They are trying to disarm me!"

Within Yang Chen's heart, a silent cold snort transformed into the most violent storm of will.

He didn't even bother to respond with words anymore.

He separated a strand of will, more condensed, more violent, and purer than the one he had previously cast towards Golden Ao Island to erase all life.

This will was no longer a wisp of black thread, no longer an intangible fluctuation.

It transformed into a spear of will, as black as ink, condensing the two concepts of "End" and "Abyss"!

Its tip pointed directly at the Buddhist holy land bathed in divine light, a hundred million miles away!

Mount Sumeru!

"Buzz--!"

This spear of will, disregarding time and space, piercing through laws, appeared the instant it hovered above Mount Sumeru.

The next moment.

The expressions on the faces of the two Saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, completely froze.

Daoist Zhunti's dry, smiling face seemed to be fiercely gripped by an invisible hand, nearly causing him to jump up from his lotus platform in shock.

Daoist Jieyin's face, etched with eternal sorrow, was, for the first time, replaced by an expression known as "blankness."

They felt it.

That pure destructive will was precisely locking onto the lifeline of their Western Teachings—the Eight Treasures Merit Pool!

The pool's golden water of merit, gathered over countless Aeons, churned violently at this moment, as if it would be completely evaporated and annihilated by this destructive will in the next second!

On the mountaintop, the Bodhi tree, which was Zhunti's true form, its leaves rustled wildly, emitting a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden. Black veins appeared on its golden leaves!

The entire Mount Sumeru's protective formation, the supreme formation jointly laid down by the two Saints, flashed with light at this moment, emitting the piercing sound of imminent collapse.

A cold, brutal, and unquestionable will was fiercely imprinted upon the hearts of the two Saints.

The message conveyed by that will was simple and clear.

"If you dare mention washing away Karmic Force again."

"I will die for you to see right now!"

"Boom!"

The minds of the Two Saints of the West went blank.

They were completely dumbfounded.

Their greatest pride, their biggest advantage, their core competitiveness, their only trump card to contend with the Three Eastern Saints...

Had become the biggest taboo for Yang Chen!

It was the fuse that lit the powder keg!

They discovered they were terribly mistaken.

They had treated Yang Chen like a patient suffering from a grave illness, intending to cure him with their own elixirs.

But who could have imagined.

That this patient, far from being grateful, instead refined the myriad poisons within him into supreme divine thunder capable of detonating at any moment, taking the entire world with it!

And their proposed "treatment plan" was precisely to remove the fuse of this divine thunder.

How was this saving him?

This was forcing him to detonate immediately!