The Three Pure Ones took their places, their saintly might blazing brilliantly. The purple qi, golden clouds, and azure thunder had yet to fully recede, and the Dao rhythms throughout the Primordial World still churned violently.
At this very moment, when old and new Order clashed fiercely and Heavenly Dao's attention had reached its peak, in the far west of the Primordial World—
Mount Meru, barren and desolate yet forever wreathed in a faint Buddhist Light, suddenly erupted with unprecedented blazing radiance!
This radiance was utterly unlike the lofty splendor of the Three Pure Ones. It carried compassion, endurance, and the resolute desperation of staking everything on a single throw!
Boundless golden light and Pure Glazed Flames shot skyward from Mount Meru's summit, transforming into two pillars of light that reached from heaven to earth. Within those pillars—
Countless phantom Buddhas could vaguely be seen chanting in meditation, the waters of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool surging, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree swaying with brilliant light!
Within the pillars, Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti stood shoulder to shoulder.
Their expressions were solemn and majestic as never before. Amid Jieyin's sorrowful suffering lay immense determination, while Zhunti's Wisdom Light-filled eyes brimmed with the desperation of an all-or-nothing gamble.
They had waited through countless epochs, witnessing Nuwa create humankind and become a Saint, watching the Three Pure Ones establish their teachings and attain the Dao one after another.
The urgency and unwillingness in their hearts had reached their peak. If they did not become Saints now, the West would never have a chance to rise again and would be left far behind by the East!
The time had come. They could wait no longer!
Daoist Jieyin spoke first. His voice no longer carried only sorrow; it now held boundless grandeur and