In the endless void.
Jieyin Saint and Zhunti Saint were both beside themselves with rage, nearly driven mad. Sure enough, all of this had been a collusion between Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and Houtu.
Even the Sea of Blood had vanished, yet Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had run to Spirit Mountain and led an army to attack Minghe. All of this had been for the sake of massacring hundreds of millions of Buddhas.
The great calamity of Journey to the West had only just begun, yet the Buddhist Sect had already suffered one setback after another.
Perhaps because they believed the Buddhist Sect was destined to flourish, they had become incomparably arrogant and looked down on the other Saints. They had not only offended Sect Master Tongtian, but also Nuwa Saint and Saint Houtu. At this rate, who could possibly help them?
Could they rely on their teacher?
Was the flourishing of the Buddhist Sect truly going to depend on their teacher's support? Then wouldn't the two Saints of the West be utterly useless?
"The younger generation is still far too weak. We must properly nurture them, lest whenever someone causes them trouble, they can only flee back to Spirit Mountain for refuge."
After pondering for a moment, Jieyin Saint said, "I've figured it out. If Guanyin, Samantabhadra, Manjushri, and the others all reach Quasi-Saint Great Perfection, what faction would dare provoke our Buddhist Sect again? If they truly dared, we would make them pay with their lives."
"Senior Brother, I also wish to raise their strength, but while our Buddhist Sect seems to have abundant resources, if we truly want to nurture them to Quasi-Saint Great Perfection, we can only support three people!"
Zhunti Saint sighed.
He had lived frugally for so long that he had grown accustomed to saving resources. He knew