I'm suing you for defamation, he's slandering me!

When Laozi left, he naturally would not forget to leave an incarnation behind to continue investigating the diary.

The main thing was that he had already become somewhat addicted to reading it.

He scanned the contents of the diary, recalling Li Yuan's earlier prejudice against the Western Sect, and found it somewhat amusing.

"In the future, I must keep a close watch on Jie Yin and Zhun Ti as well. Those two are no easy lamps to save oil."

"It seems Yuan'er said that these Two Sages of the West stir up all kinds of trouble in the Primordial World for the sake of the Western Sect's interests."

[After the Tribulation, seeing the Three Teachings decline and the Western Sect rise to glory, Junior Brother Duobao transforming into a barbarian to become a Buddha and entering the Western Sect to establish the Buddhist Sect separately—that can also be called a magnificent feat.]

When Laozi saw this passage, his entire being felt unsettled.

Laozi's brow furrowed deeply, and he muttered inwardly.

"The Three Teachings decline? My Three Teachings are flourishing and expanding now—how could they decline so easily?"

He keenly detected the crucial information in the diary and thought to himself.

"A Tribulation, a Tribulation—could it be that this Tribulation has an enormous impact on the Three Teachings?"

"Could it be that the Interception Sect's destruction and the Exposition Sect's junior martial nephews having their Three Flowers above their heads shaved off are all effects of this Tribulation?"

Originally, Laozi had still harbored a mindset of not caring about the Tribulation, holding himself aloof.

Now, seeing the connection between the Tribulation and the Three Teachings, he instantly became vigilant.

Thinking back to the earlier contents of the diary, he even felt a sense of urgency.

"Having Junior Martial Nephew Duobao transform into a barbarian to become a Buddha and enter the Western Sect—ha, that sounds like something Jie Yin and Zhun Ti would do."

"This Daoist and my two younger brothers would certainly never commit such an absurd act. If This Daoist can calculate who did it, I will surely resolve them in advance."

"The Interception Sect shattered, Duobao isolated and without support, the Two Sages of the West pulling him into the Western Sect under the pretext of establishing the Buddhist Sect separately—how pleasant it sounds."

In an instant, Laozi used the contents of Li Yuan's diary to fabricate a grand conspiracy concerning the Tribulation.

"Enough, enough. Staring at it now won't reveal any clues. I'll just pay a bit more attention."

Having said that, he temporarily shifted his focus to the hosting of the Eight Great Arenas.

After all, this was an important decision to resolve the conflict between the Wu and Demon clans, and there could be no carelessness.

Mainly, if the Eight Great Arenas could be successfully held, the Three Teachings could also profit from them.

Of course, Laozi certainly wasn't after these benefits themselves, but rather that these advantages would allow the Three Teachings to develop rapidly.

On Li Yuan's side, just as he finished writing his diary, the system's voice echoed in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for accumulating ten thousand years of diary writing, obtaining the System Critical Strike Reward!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the system reward: Source of Three Lights Divine Water!]

A joyful smile appeared on Li Yuan's face. Another guaranteed reward had come through.

He hadn't realized that he had already persisted in writing his diary for a full ten thousand years.

"Three Lights Divine Water—in the Journey to the West Tribulation, after the Ginseng Fruit tree fell, it was revived using the Three Lights Divine Water."

[Three Lights Divine Water: Golden Sunlight Divine Water, Silver Moonlight Divine Water, and Purple Starlight Divine Water—once the three merge into one, it becomes the premier healing sacred medicine, capable of curing all poisons and overcoming all so-called incurable toxins!]

Li Yuan had just arrived at the Human Ancestral Hall when he looked up and saw two smiling bald heads.

"Greetings, Master, two Martial Uncles, two Sages."

The Western Sect was established by Jie Yin and Zhun Ti after breaking away from the Mysterious Gate.

Thus, it was not part of the Mysterious Gate, and Li Yuan naturally did not need to address the Two Sages of the West as Martial Uncle.

Yuanshi flicked his sleeve, produced a storage ring, and said with a smile.

"Nephew, the Return Reflection Mirror has been refined by your Martial Uncle. When the time comes, you will handle the sales."

Zhun Ti still wore a smile on his face and said cheerfully.

"Indeed, the reason this treasure could be refined so quickly is mainly thanks to This poor monk's assistance."

Hearing this, Li Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly and thought to himself with some surprise.

"Since when did the profit-driven Two Sages of the West become so kind-hearted?"

Zhun Ti continued to chatter on.

"Oh, by the way, Daoist Yuanshi, the one-tenth share you promised me earlier..."

Before he could finish, Yuanshi began coughing wildly, winking and gesturing.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

"What talk, what talk? When has This Daoist ever promised something and failed to deliver?"

"What This Daoist promised you, I certainly won't short you."

Jie Yin, meanwhile, turned his gaze to Tongtian with a smile and said.

"By the way, Daoist, This poor monk also contributed to setting up the formation. The one-tenth share you promised me..."

Tongtian clearly didn't want to discuss this in front of Li Yuan, and quickly said.

"Fine, fine, I won't short you. If I were to haggle over even this, I'd take the Four Swords of Immortal Execution and stab myself to death, alright?"

"Do you two have any shred of sect brotherhood at all? Are your eyes full of nothing but profit?"

Zhun Ti spoke softly with a serious expression.

"Ah, what words are these, Daoist? This poor monk deeply misses the days of studying at the Purple Cloud Palace, alright?"

"After every lecture, Daoist Tongtian would always find someone to fight. Though, after attaining the Dao and becoming a sage, he did change."

Li Yuan's brows lifted slightly. He hadn't expected his Third Martial Uncle to have such explosive black history.

Tongtian, somewhat red-faced, shouted.

"Nephew, don't believe him! He's slandering me! I'm telling you, he's slandering me!"

"If you keep spouting this nonsense in front of the younger generation, watch out—I'll stab you to death with the Four Swords of Immortal Execution."

At this, Zhun Ti let out a light chuckle.

"Heh, seems he hasn't changed after all. I know you too well."

Tongtian shot back fiercely.

"That's because before I attained the Dao and became a sage, you were beaten by this Daoist too!"

Laozi coughed twice and sighed helplessly.

"This Daoist feels we should first discuss the matter of the Eight Great Arenas."

But just as his words fell, another sage's might descended.

"Three senior brothers, two Daoist friends, you're cooking up something new here—why didn't you think to call me along?"

Nuwa, smiling, dressed in a palace gown, walked slowly into the Ancestral Hall and spoke softly.

"The Eight Great Arenas, after all, concern the Human Race. It should be reasonable for me to join, shouldn't it?"

Tongtian rolled his eyes in response.

"Didn't come earlier. We've done all the work, and you show up now. Are you doing this on purpose?"

Nuwa's smile stiffened slightly.

"Did you notify me? When did you ever tell me? Be grateful that we've all attained the Dao and become sages—we don't fight much anymore."

But Tongtian stubbornly retorted.

"So what if we're sages? Who says sages can't fight?"

After taking her seat, Nuwa ignored Tongtian and directly asked Li Yuan.

"Nephew, when do you plan to open these Eight Great Arenas? This Seat is truly curious to see how spectacular they will be."

Li Yuan, stunned by the sages' farce, was inwardly astonished.

So this is what sages chatting idly is like—no different from him shooting the breeze with classmates during breaks in his past life.

Snapped back to reality by Nuwa's question, he smiled and replied.

"Reporting to Fourth Martial Uncle, everything is ready. It shall commence!"