The West's great prosperity drew near as the Three Pure Ones fell into strife

The West, Mount Sumeru.

Two streaks of golden light descended from the heavens, landing silently beneath the Bodhi Tree atop the mountain. They were Jieyin and Zhunti, who had hurried back from Purple Cloud Palace.

The moment he landed, Daoist Zhunti could no longer contain himself. He clapped his hands and burst into laughter.

His laughter brimmed with satisfaction and smug delight, echoing across the empty expanse of Mount Sumeru.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

Beside him, even the suffering on Daoist Jieyin's face seemed to have faded somewhat.

Watching his junior brother beside himself with joy, he slowly spoke.

"Junior brother, why are you laughing so?"

Zhunti finally managed to stop laughing, but he could not conceal the gloating delight on his face.

"Senior brother, I'm laughing at those Three Pure Ones!"

"I'm laughing at Taiqing, who seems tranquil and inactive, yet stops at nothing."

"His schemes run deepest, but he is also the most heartless! No one can see what he is truly thinking!"

"I'm laughing at Primordial Lord, who proclaims himself Pangu Orthodox, holds his eyes above his head, and is arrogant and overbearing, yet shields his own to the extreme-a fierce exterior hiding a cowardly heart!"

"And most of all, I'm laughing at Tongtian, who has the grandeur of ten thousand immortals paying homage, yet cannot judge people or see the treachery of their hearts."

"In the end, he will pay a terrible price for his 'teaching without discrimination'!"

Daoist Zhunti shook his head repeatedly, making no attempt to hide his mockery.

"The three of them are unworthy of having been formed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit."

"They share the same root and origin, yet their hearts and purposes have diverged, each harboring his own sinister designs."

"How laughable! How pathetic!"

At this point, an unprecedented brilliance flashed in