Jieyin: This Is Going to Be Difficult

Jieyin was dumbfounded upon hearing this. "Ahem, Demon God, please don't ask. Although my junior brother is a Saint, he's only at the first level of sainthood, and he doesn't have that many spiritual treasures... so there isn't much difference between him and a stronger Primordial Origin Golden Immortal."

Amitabha chuckled. "His cultivation is still lacking. When he returns, I'll give him some extra lessons—at the very least, raise his cultivation a little so he won't make such a spectacle of himself in the future... All right, hurry and send Zhunti a voice transmission. There's no need to keep fighting. An hour has already passed, and it's too late for the Monkey of Destiny to be born."

Jieyin's expression froze. "Heh, that's true. The time's already up, and junior brother is still being beaten down by Yun Ting. What kind of mess is this? Forget it, let them fight a little longer. After all, Yun Ting hasn't become a Saint yet. If they keep this up, Yun Ting will definitely be the first to run out of mana."

At that, Amitabha nodded. "Mm, you do have a point. But how long are they going to fight like this? With such a commotion, I'm afraid the attention of powerful figures throughout the Primordial Wilderness has already been drawn over."

Just as Amitabha had said, the Divine Senses of powerful figures from all sides had already gone over to watch the spectacle. Within Huo Yun Cave, Fuxi stroked his beard and muttered, "Oh, this is interesting. The Cloud Emperor is beating up Zhunti again. It's been a long time since I've seen this."

Shen Nong asked in confusion, "It's not something one sees often, a Saint being beaten down like this. Could it be that, back then, Saint Zhunti was often chased