The instant Daoist Zhunti sensed Xuandu proving his Dao and attaining Hunyuan on Mount Sumeru, he nearly smashed his own Mount Sumeru Divine Hall to pieces.
For countless tribulations, their Western Teachings had scraped and schemed, coaxing and swindling, converting people wherever they could. Only after all that hardship had they managed to accumulate these meager resources.
And what about the eastern Mystic Gate?
First, that monstrous freak Niu Ben had appeared out of nowhere and dominated all worlds.
Now Xuandu had somehow become a Saint too!
The Mystic Gate now boasted a full four Saint-level combatants. With Niu Ben, a monster whose strength rivaled the Heavenly Dao Realm, included, the Western Teachings were not even worthy of carrying their shoes.
But did they dare stay away?
No!
The Dao Ancestor had issued a decree: in a hundred years, they would march against another world.
If the Western Teachings missed the new Saint's celebration now, the Three Pure Ones and Niu Ben could find any excuse to raze Vulture Mountain and Mount Sumeru.
Zhunti drew a deep breath, forced a smile uglier than a grimace onto his face, and hurried forward.
"Con... congratulations on proving your Dao and becoming a Saint, Martial Nephew Xuandu. Our Western Teachings... have come expressly to offer our congratulations."
Daoist Zhunti rummaged in his sleeve for a long time before producing a Śarīra that emitted a faint Buddha light, along with three rather unremarkable Sixth-Rank Golden Lotuses of Merit.
Even as he handed over these paltry gifts, Zhunti's fingers trembled wildly, his heart bleeding at the expense.
The West was poor!
To scrape these things together, he had turned over the mud at the bottom of Mount Sumeru's ponds three times.
Beside them, Zhao Gongming craned his neck for a look and immediately let out