Inside the main hall of Mount Ling in the west.
The chanting of Buddhist hymns filled the air, Golden Lotus continuously emerged.
The two, Jieyin and Zhunti, wore rare smiles as they expounded the supreme Buddhist Dharma teachings to the Western Teachings disciples below the stage.
After the main force of the Witch Clan migrated into the Netherworld Houtu, which was transformed from Houtu, to guard the Reincarnation, the Witch Clan of the West left.
Those ley lines that were originally occupied by the Witch Clan naturally belong to the Western Teachings.
With the blessing of merit, the disciples all felt their minds were clear, and the profound meanings of the scriptures that were previously obscure and difficult to understand seemed to have become much clearer at this moment.
Their bodies were surrounded by Buddha Light, and their cultivation had improved to varying degrees.
The entire Lingshan Mountain presents a thriving and prosperous scene, a testament to the flourishing of Dao Lineage.
After the thousand-year lecture was completed, the disciples remained immersed in the realm of Tao, slowly comprehending its meaning.
Daoist Zhunti looked at Jieyin beside him, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, the situation in the West is gradually improving, but if we are to truly prosper, we still need more resources."
"The Houtu, which Netherworld transformed into, governs Reincarnation and guides the souls of all living beings; it is a place of immeasurable merit."
"If I could get a share of this pie, even just controlling one of the halls or one of the prisons, the merit and fortune I would gain would be enough to make my Western Teachings flourish and truly stand shoulder to shoulder with the Eastern Mystic Gate!"
Upon hearing this, the Daoist Jieyin slowly shook his head. "Junior brother, this matter is easier said than done. The Witch Clan and our Western Sect have a long-standing feud. How could Houtu easily allow our Western Teachings to interfere in the affairs of the Netherworld?"
"Moreover, they have powerful figures like Dao Venerable Lin Tian, Nuwa, and Zhen Yuanzi supporting them, so a single move could have far-reaching consequences."
Zhunti, however, remained unconvinced, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Senior brother, why must you boost someone else's morale! No matter how strong Houtu is, she's just a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal. You and I are both Heavenly Dao Saint, are we afraid of her?"
"As for Dao Venerable Lin Tian and the others, don't we also have the Three Pure Ones and Master Hongjun behind us? We might not be without the strength to contend with them!"
Jieyin still shook his head, feeling that his junior brother was too optimistic and that the matter was extremely risky.
Just as the two sages were secretly discussing the matter, one of the disciples stepped forward from the crowd.
He was dressed in ordinary monk's robes, with a resolute face and clear, firm eyes; it was none other than Ksitigarbha.
Ksitigarbha clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and spoke in a calm yet unwavering voice, " Amitabha. Master, Uncle-Master, I have just heard about the affairs of the netherworld and have been moved."
"This humble disciple is willing to go to the Netherworld to use Buddhist Dharma teachings to guide those millions of lost souls. Even if it is difficult, I am willing to go and create a pure land for my Western Teachings!"
Jieyin looked at Ksitigarbha, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes, and said gently, " Ksitigarbha, you may not be welcomed on your journey, and there may even be danger. Are you really not afraid?"
Ksitigarbha's expression remained unchanged, his gaze growing ever more resolute. "Now that I have joined the Western Teachings, I shall naturally dedicate myself to its great prosperity. Even if there are countless hardships and dangers, they will only serve as trials on my path of cultivation. For the liberation of all beings and the Western Flourishing Sect, Ksitigarbha will never regret it, even unto death!"
"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" Zhunti hearing this, Zhunti laughed heartily, his face full of approval. "Truly worthy of being a fine disciple of my Western Teachings! With such ambition and aspirations, how can we worry about the Western Sect not flourishing!"
However, before Zhunti's laughter could even finish, a sudden change occurred!
"Boom--!!!"
A deafening roar suddenly erupted, as if the entire western Primordial Wilderness was shaking violently!
The main hall shook violently, and the glazed tiles and golden stone beams and pillars scattered and shattered, exploding out of existence!
The disciples inside the hall were terrified by the sudden attack, their faces turning pale with shock. Cries of alarm rose from all sides. "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
" Amitabha!" Jieyin Zhunti reacted extremely quickly, getting up the instant the change occurred.
The two attacked simultaneously, unleashing their saintly power, which transformed into a massive golden Buddha Light that protected all the disciples within the hall.
Zhunti's face instantly turned ashen, his anger blazing!
Mount Ling is the foundation of the Western Teachings, yet it has been attacked and its main hall destroyed. This is an utter disgrace!
With a swift movement, he appeared outside the devastated Ling Mountain.
High in the sky, the Demon Emperor Dijun stood suspended in mid-air, his body engulfed in the blazing True Sun Fire, radiating terrifying heat that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas, and an overwhelming killing intent!
His face was icy cold, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixed Zhunti.
" Di Jun! Have you gone mad?! Why are you attacking my Mount Ling for no reason?!" Zhunti roared angrily, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree already appearing quietly in his hand, shimmering with seven-colored light.
Jieyin also appeared beside Zhunti, his face still showing distress. " Di Jun, why are you so angry? Destroying my Daoist temple and attacking my disciples, this has gone too far! We have not provoked you."
Di Jun snorted coldly, unleashing his saintly aura without reservation. "Didn't provoke you? You really think you can get away with this?!"
"I have already said that if you dare to plot against my Demon Race again, I will make sure your Western Teachings sheds rivers of blood! Today, I will use the blood of your Western Teachings followers to pay tribute to my tragically deceased child!"
Before he could finish speaking, Di Jun had already made his move!
He gathered endless True Sun Fire in his palm, transforming it into a Sun God Wheel with a diameter of a thousand feet, and slashed it towards Jieyin and Zhunti!
Wherever it passed, the space was scorched with black marks that took a long time to heal.
"This is outrageous!"
Zhunti roared, and with a mighty swipe of his Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree at the oncoming Sun God Wheel!
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The flames on the Sun God Wheel were instantly dimmed and greatly weakened by the Seven-Colored Divine Light. Zhunti casually slapped them away, sending them crashing into several distant mountain peaks and igniting a raging wildfire.
"Hmph!" Di Jun's expression remained unchanged. With a thought, the Sun God Wheel that had been knocked away shone brightly again and flew back to his head.
His inner power surged, drawing upon the power of the stars to strengthen himself, and he was about to launch another attack.
" Di Jun! Do you really think the West is easy to bully?!" Zhunti was also enraged and revealed his Dharma body, with eighteen arms and twenty-four heads, each wielding a magic weapon, and fought against Di Jun.
Two Heavenly Dao Saint engaged in a fierce battle above Mount Ling!
Instantly, the world lost its color, and the sun and moon lost their light!
The Thunder like the wrath of Heavenly Dao, shattering space, shaking the earth, and creating bottomless ravines.
Countless mountain peaks were reduced to dust in the aftershocks of the battle!
All living beings in the West trembled in fear during this battle of saints.
Upon Jieyin this, Jieyin sighed and first offered up the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit, which transformed into a size of ten thousand feet, firmly protecting the remaining Spirit Mountain.
Immediately, a verdant bamboo staff, exuding a pure Dao Rhythm Daoist aura, appeared in his hand— the Six Roots Pure Bamboo.
With Jieyin movement, Jieyin appeared silently behind Di Jun Zhunti.
While Di Jun was preoccupied with Zhunti's fierce attack, the Six Roots Pure Bamboo, with its power to seal the six senses and disrupt the primordial spirit, silently struck Di Jun's back.
Although Di Jun was a sage, he was bound to make mistakes when fighting two opponents of the same level at the same time.
When he sensed the danger behind him, it was too late to dodge completely. He could only barely turn to the side and use his protective divine light to withstand the attack.
"Bang!"
The Six Roots Pure Bamboo struck Di Jun's protective divine light solidly. The power instantly invaded, and although it did not cause serious injury, it made his primordial spirit tremble, and the circulation of his magical power stagnated for a moment.
It was in that moment of hesitation that Zhunti the opportunity and slammed a vajra imbued with immense Buddhist power down in front of Di Jun.
"Boom!"
Di Jun's body trembled violently, and he was sent flying tens of thousands of miles away by the immense force. Even the True Sun Fire around him dimmed a bit.
Jieyin did not pursue, but held the Six Roots Pure Bamboo and said loudly, " Di Jun Dijun, we are all Heavenly Dao Saint, our primordial spirits reside in the void, and we are immortal and indestructible."
"What's the point of continuing the battle if it only wastes our magical power, causes Primordial Wilderness suffering and destruction to the land?"
"If this results in excessive damage to the Primordial Wilderness, and the teacher blames us, neither of us can bear the consequences!"
"I said it before, today, it's a fight to the death!"
Di Jun steadied himself, wiped away a trace of golden blood from the corner of his mouth, and his anger intensified.
His aura coalesced once more, preparing to strike again.
"Enough!" Zhunti that he was still so persistent, Zhunti could no longer contain himself and shouted, " Di Jun! Do you really think we're the ones plotting against your children?!"
"It's Master! It's Master Hongjun's will! He ordered us to conceal the secrets of heaven and control your children's rebellion!"
"If you're so capable, go and reason with our master! What kind of skill is it to act tough with us here?!"
Jieyin hurriedly called out, "Junior brother..."
"Wh... what..."
Zhunti's words struck Di Jun's mind like a thunderbolt!
His movements froze instantly, and the murderous intent on his face receded like a receding tide.
Instead, there was an extreme shock, bewilderment, and... a bone-chilling cold.
Teacher... Dao Ancestor Hongjun?
It turns out... it was the Dao Ancestor's scheme?
I've already agreed to his request, why is he still doing this?
Even the life of her own child had been preordained?
Di Jun clenched his fists, his body ablaze with the True Sun Fire.
His gaze towards Jieyin and Zhunti was icy. "This matter will not end here."
Immediately, he flashed into the distance, transforming into a golden streak of light and vanishing into the western horizon.
Zhunti looked in the direction where Di Jun had disappeared, then at the destroyed temple below, and gritted his teeth in anger, saying bitterly, " Di Jun! I, Zhunti, Zhunti the grudge for destroying my Mount Ling! I will never let this go!"
Jieyin sighed deeply and chanted Buddhist mantras softly, seemingly lost in thought.