After a pause, his usually aloof and reserved tone carried a hint of barely concealed bitterness.
"Even after ascending to the position of Demon Emperor, Di Jun did not forget the well-being of all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness. His mind and vision are indeed incomparable to those like the East Prince, who are ambitious but incompetent and only know how to fight for power and profit."
From this day forward, all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness world owe the Demon Race Heavenly Court an immense Karma!
Yuanshi Shi's words revealed the resentment he felt at being surpassed and led.
Above Taiqing 'Laozi hung the Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, from which Xuanhuang Qi descended.
His face was calm and still, only his deep eyes reflected the changing stars and the flowing origins, as if he were exhaustively deducing the ultimate secrets of the great formation.
After a long silence, he stroked his long, snow-white beard and spoke slowly, his tone carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude and... envy.
"Second brother, you are attached to appearances. Di Jun and Tai Yi Taiyi are Innate Deities transformed from the eyes of Father God Pangu. They are born with the destiny of supreme beings and are destined to rule all the heavens."
Now, by harnessing chaos and giving back to Universe, performing this immeasurable act of Merit, the path... has already transcended all boundaries.
His gaze fell upon the figure of Di Jun, whose imperial aura soared to the heavens at the center of the formation. His voice lowered, carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
"Based on the Primordial Wilderness, with Luck as its foundation and Merit as its guide... Observing this magnificent momentum, these two brothers... even without the Hongmeng Purple Qi Dao Ancestor... will likely be able to... establish their own path!"
Upon hearing this, both Yuanshi and Tongtian were shocked!
Self-contained?
That's a legendary realm that transcends Saint Position and points directly to the origin of the Great Dao!
Tongtian's eyes instantly turned intensely hot, and he abruptly turned to look at Laozi:
"Eldest Brother, are you referring to... this endless accumulation of Heavenly Dao Luck and the Golden Light of Merit..."
Looking at the sea of Merit that nearly submerged the Heavenly Court —a sea that would drive even Sage mad with envy—his voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of madness he himself was unaware of.
"Just these... Tongtian that require no Hongmeng Purple Qi?! How... how can this not drive one mad with envy?!"
Laozi closed his eyes slightly, seemingly also shocked by his own deductions, and simply nodded gently.
Beneath that calm surface, a turbulent storm was raging deep within the Dao heart.
Let's go!
Laozi Tzu suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze Pure Light and bright, suppressing all distracting thoughts.
"This is an unprecedented event, a blessing that will last for Primordial Wilderness and extend to the primordial world! How could we, the Pangu Orthodox and the Three Pure Ones, be absent?"
I will personally go to the Heavenly Court to congratulate my fellow Daoists, Di Jun Tai Yi and Taiyi!
As soon as the words were spoken, the three beams of Pure Light no longer hesitated, tearing through space and transforming into three majestic pillars of light that stretched across the sky, shooting straight towards the Supreme Lingxiao Hall in the Thirty-three Heavens!
The golden primordial torrent, carrying the supreme power to recreate the Universe, was equally showered upon every inch of the Primordial Wilderness land.
However, for this ravaged western land, this blessing is nothing short of a life-saving rain that can restore the Universe!
How bleak was the West in the past?
The Demon Ancestor Luohu self-destructed Mount Sumeru, a battle that nearly drained the last spiritual veins of the West and shattered the very essence of the earth.
Looking out, the land stretches for billions of miles, barren mountains and dried-up waters, with spiritual energy as thin as a wisp of smoke. Only the far west, near the ruins of Mount Sumeru, is the only place with such spiritual energy.
Only by relying on the Qilin Mountain Range, which was transformed from the tragic sacrifice of the entire Qilin Clan, can about a quarter of the land still retain a trace of green life and a faint pulse of spiritual energy.
But at this moment, golden rain of light fell from the sky, gently nourishing every inch of the parched land.
Miracles are growing wildly on the barren land!
The cracked, scorched soil greedily absorbed the primordial power, almost instantly turning into a fertile, deep black.
Countless tender green buds, like spirits that have been sleeping for millennia, eagerly break through the earth's crust, stretching out their delicate leaves, and growing rapidly under the starlight and golden light.
The barren mountains are covered in new green, and the dried-up riverbeds are seeping clear springs again. Life, like a boiling tide, quickly submerges the once dominant desolate and scorched landscape.
In just a short while, the entire western continent was enveloped in a vibrant and radiant green!
Mount Sumeru, the heart of the deepest suffering in the West.
The epicenter of Rahula's self-destruction in the past, with its enormous wound deep enough to see into the earth's lungs, was where countless Kalpa Earth Fire and poisonous smoke erupted. It is a symbol of the root cause of the severance of the Western spiritual veins and the collapse of vitality.
At this moment, the golden torrent, like a living serpent, surged and poured in along the remaining broken veins of the earth.
The edges of that hideous, bottomless, enormous wound began to shimmer with a soft, jade-like, warm light of healing.
Miraculously, several tender green seedlings sprouted from the cracks in the charred rocks, swaying tenaciously amidst the remaining Chaos Killing Intent.
A deep, powerful pulse emanates from the earth's depths. It is the core of the western earth veins, dormant for billions of years, slowly and steadily pulsating and healing under the nourishment of the vast source of life!
The Daoist Jieyin and the Daoist Zhunti stood side by side, silently watching as this homeland they had longed for and poured their hearts and souls into reviving was recovering at an unprecedented speed.
This should have been a joyous occasion, however...
"Waaah... Waaah..." A suppressed cry, like the mournful howl of a lone wolf, broke the brief tranquility at the foot of Spiritual Mountain.
Zhunti gazed at the rapidly spreading greenery beneath his feet and at the dazzling new green at the edge of the wound on Mount Sumeru in the distance, he could no longer suppress the turbulent emotions surging within him.
He suddenly clutched his head with both hands, his body trembling violently, and tears streamed down his face like a burst dam, carving deep lines into his weathered and dusty skin.
The drops fell on the newly sprouted grass and tender leaves, making a soft "hissing" sound, as if even the plants and trees could feel the heart-wrenching sorrow.
"Senior brother! Senior brother..."
Zhunti wept uncontrollably, his voice hoarse and broken.
"You and I... exhausted our efforts... sacrificed our dignity... schemed in every way... all for the sake of a day when the West would see renewed glory, and for all living beings to have a chance to breathe... rising early and retiring late, daring not to slacken for a single day... but in the end, in the end!"
Zhunti suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the vibrant green expanse. His trembling finger pointed towards the Eastern Heavenly Court, each word seeming to weep blood.
"Every hope of Western revival, every spring of the earth!"
The first time was when Fellow Qing Huan from the East used the World-Purifying White Lotus to cleanse the demonic atmosphere and the Three Lights Divine Water to nourish the withered spring!
The second time was when the Qilin Clan bravely faced death, using their blood, flesh, and soul to forge the Qilin Mountain Range, which stretches for hundreds of millions of miles, a tragic and heart-wrenching tale!
This is the third time! The third time!
It's Di Jun and Tai Yi from the East again!
These two brothers stirred up the Zhou Tian Star Dou, activated the supreme array, and seized the origin of chaos to nourish the Primordial Wilderness!
Only now can my western land finally see this... this lush greenery everywhere!
He pounded his chest violently, making a dull thud, tearing his Daoist robe in the process.
"Senior brother! Tell me! You and I, brothers, are the dignified rulers of the West, having saved the West from all its suffering... Yet this restoration is all thanks to the Innate Deities!"
What are we, fellow disciples, compared to each other?
What exactly does it mean?!
Faced with this situation, how can we explain ourselves to the trillions of people struggling in the West?
What can bear the weight of the Western Heaven and Earth's Luck?
The feeling of resentment and helplessness completely Zhunti, and all that remained were his heartbroken, silent sobs.