The West, Spiritual Mountain.
This land was rich in spiritual energy. Jieyin and Zhunti had drawn together the shattered spiritual veins of the West and fused them into one. Though it could not compare to the renowned immortal mountains of the East, it was not far behind.
Atop Spiritual Mountain stood a grand hall, resplendent in gold and jade, displaying the West's prosperity.
Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti sat at the front, looking down at those below.
Several dozen disciples sat scattered beneath them. These were beings with some aptitude whom they had found only after countless hardships, the future foundation of the West.
"Senior Brother, after so long, we have finally created it."
Zhunti wore a smile. Years of effort had finally borne fruit.
Jieyin nodded. "Yes, it is time for them to cultivate it as well."
Today, the two of them had gathered their disciples to explain this new Dharma.
This method was a completely new Daoist art they had created after exhausting the efforts of countless epochs. Taking Hongjun's Dao as its foundation, they had blended in portions of the remnants of the demonic path left behind after Demon Ancestor Rahula's defeat, opening up a new path.
They named it—Buddhist Dharma.
"All dharmas arise from conditions; their nature is empty, yet their manifestations are illusory."
Jieyin sat upon the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit, his voice low and carrying a compassionate sorrow that drew listeners into its depths.
"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning. One should contemplate them thus. Our Dharma does not abide in appearances, nor does it cling to emptiness. Observe freedom, shatter all hindrances, attain great liberation, and realize supreme bliss..."
Daoist Zhunti took over, his voice sharper and filled with powerful drive and persuasion. "The world is