The divine moon hung high overhead, its light shimmering across the sea. Everything was incomparably peaceful and tranquil. Some of the returning group had already begun to sit cross-legged.
Yet there was nothing beneath their backsides. When they looked back, they discovered that they had not appeared on the leaves at all—they were heading straight for the sea.
"Fuck... what the hell happened?!"
Their vision went black. The divine flowers had been stripped bare.
They were certain they had returned to the right place. After all, the group across from them sat solemnly upon flowers, each looking sacred as they comprehended wondrous methods.
But where were the broad leaves they had meditated on? Those towering giant leaves—how had every single one vanished?
As for those brilliant flower buds awaiting bloom, not even a scrap of petal remained!
In fact, the leaf stalks, flower stalks, vines—every sacred "object" connected to them, every one that belonged to them, had been left bare and completely cleared away.
"You people..." The beings on the opposite shore exploded in fury. They truly could not tolerate it any longer. This pack of shameless bastards had robbed them of every opportunity.
Yet the old men retracing the True Saint Path on the other side remained utterly calm, their eyes watching their noses, their noses watching their mouths, their mouths watching their hearts. They remained immersed in enlightenment, aloof as though none of this had anything to do with them.
"Don't you want to give us an explanation?" Wen Ming, the Myriad Law Spider King, and the others were about to go mad. The people across from them had gone too far.
In particular, they fixed their eyes on the old bastard—Zai Dao—because he had been the first to flee back.
They now had every reason to suspect