Later came the ancient Immortal Court, where the East Prince, bearing the decree of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, was full of vigor and ambition, desiring to rule over Gathering of Immortals and establish order.
However, the once-powerful Immortal Court, amidst the karmic backlash and the rise of the demon race, vanished like a dream...
On the day Penglai Island collapsed and the Immortal Court fell, the East Prince was forcibly cast into a chaotic land of Earth, Wind, Water, Fire, to suffer forever the torment of being torn apart by chaotic Gale Wind, squeezed by chaotic heavy water, scorched by Volcano of Immortality, and buried by Chaos Fertile Soil, with no way to escape...
The aftershocks of that Great Tribulation shattered the foundations of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Palaces, and even now, rifts in the void still whisper the lament of the Immortal Court...
The end result of Tribulation is death and the dissipation of one's spiritual essence, returning to utter chaos...
Or perhaps their primordial spirit is eternally imprisoned in the Primordial Origin land, burdened with Tribulation torment, making their lives worse than death!
Faced with such terror, Primordial Wilderness Innate Lifeform avoided it at all costs; it was the choice of all divine instincts...
The Primordial Earth was plunged into a oppressive, impending, deathly silence...
In the west, on Mount Sumeru...
Compared to other Spiritual Mountain and blessed lands in the Primordial Wilderness, this ancestral vein in the west, though also majestic and vast, brimming with spiritual energy, always exudes an indescribable sense of "emptiness"...
The spiritual veins seemed to have been drained of their essence, and the spiritual energy appeared thin and mixed, far less rich and pure than that of the Primordial Wilderness, which contained the essence within.
Nestled among the mountains, the misty, ethereal atmosphere is less pronounced; instead, there is a more rustic and profound sense of Buddhist light and Zen.
At the summit, the Eight Treasures Merit Pool quietly radiates a soft golden glow.
The pool water is as clear as crystal, containing immeasurable Golden Light of Merit. The bottom of the pool is covered with seven-jeweled golden sand, and Golden Lotus Seed bloom from time to time, manifesting subtle Buddhist teachings.
This pool embodies almost all the most precious Creation and Merit that could be gathered in the barren lands of the West; it is the result of the painstaking efforts of Jieyin and Zhunti in cultivating the West.
At this moment, two figures stood by the pool.
One of the men had a sallow complexion, and a look of sorrow seemed to be etched on his brow; it was none other than the Daoist Jieyin.
The other person wore an indescribable smile, a mixture of shrewdness and a touch of mercenary shrewdness. His eyes darted around, revealing countless calculations. This was Daoist Zhunti.
"Senior Brother"
Zhunti suddenly spoke, breaking the silence on the mountaintop.
His eyebrows habitually twitched upwards, and a smile bloomed at the corners of his mouth, making him appear particularly sinister, even carrying a hint of smugness.
"A sudden feeling arose in my heart: this Witch-Demon Calamity... seemingly a catastrophe that will destroy the world, may well be a tremendous Creation for the West, a once-in-a-millennium opportunity!"
"Oh?"
Upon Jieyin this, Jieyin's sallow face showed even more sorrow, and his brows furrowed into a knot.
After a long pause, he slowly shook his head, his voice filled with pity and incomprehension:
"Junior brother's words truly puzzle me. How terrifying is the Tribulation!"
The lessons of the past are still fresh, the blood and tears have not yet dried; what a glorious and powerful clan the dragon, phoenix, and qilin are!
The Eastern Immortal Court, once Luck unparalleled fortune, what became of it?
All will return to dust, consumed by the flames of karma! We should avoid it at all costs; how can there be any talk of opportunity?
Could it be that my junior brother has been bewitched by the Calamity Qi?
Jieyin looked at Zhunti with worry, his eyes full of confusion.
Hehehe...
Zhunti did not answer directly, but let out a low laugh and sat cross-legged on the seven-jeweled futon by the pool.
He flicked his Daoist robe, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. The hint of "cheapness" vanished instantly, leaving only cold calculation and greed.
"Senior brother, don't worry."
Zhunti lowered his voice, carrying an air of all-knowing certainty.
"We both know the outcome of the Tribulation. The Witch and Demon Races rose to power by the mandate of heaven, Luck were like oil being poured into a raging fire, reaching their zenith."
However, the cycle of Heavenly Dao dictates that prosperity inevitably leads to decline!
This calamity is Heavenly Dao intervention, meant to diminish its sharpness and destroy its Luck!
Whether the Witch Clan ultimately crushes the Heavenly Court or the Demon Clan slaughters all the Ancestral Witch, the result will be only one—mutual destruction! A devastating mutual destruction!
After a pause, he looked intently at Jieyin and said, word by word:
"Senior brother, think about it! The Witch Clan Pangu Bloodline, and their physical bodies are immortal. How many rare treasures have they condensed?"
How many magical artifacts were formed from the essence of Heaven and Earth Killing Intent's malevolent energy? The demon race even possessed the Heavenly Court and plundered the entire Primordial Wilderness for countless years!
The essence of the All the Stars in the Heavens, Innate Spiritual Root, and countless other treasures are contained in the Sun Palace of Di Jun and Tai Yi...
These rare and precious natural treasures, these endless resources—aren't they something to be envious of?
When these two races have fought to the death, their strength greatly diminished, and perhaps even... completely annihilated...
Zhunti waved his hand, pointing towards the depths of the Primordial Wilderness, as if he wanted to seize that unseen treasure:
"Aren't these unclaimed items resources bestowed upon us by Heavenly Dao for the great prosperity of the West? We, fellow disciples, are free to take them. This is one reason!"
The smile on Zhunti's face suddenly turned ferocious, and a deep-seated hatred burst forth:
"More importantly, Senior Brother! This is the perfect opportunity to settle old scores! That Qing Huan!!"
The name was spat out between his teeth, carrying a strong, bloody stench.
"In the past, we fought over that Ultimate Innate Spiritual Root that should have belonged to my Western Pure Land —the 'Ginseng Fruit Tree'! This tree is blessed by the Luck of our West and contains the essence of the Western earth's veins!"
If it weren't for this fiend's interference, using his mysterious magical powers to severely injure our very essence and forcibly seize our spiritual roots, would our Western Paradise be in such a dire situation today?
This hatred and resentment have haunted my heart for countless years, keeping me restless day and night!
During the Tribulation, it is the time when the Heavenly Dao's killing and punishment are at their most intense, and the place where Karma is settled!
If Qing Huan gets involved, it will be a scheme for us to use someone else to do our dirty work!
Even if he possesses extraordinary abilities and manages to survive the war Witch and Demon, he will surely be at his last gasp! At that time..."
Zhunti's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he made a decapitation gesture:
"We will strike with thunderous force, settling both old and new grudges! We will reclaim the Ginseng Fruit Tree and utterly destroy his soul to vent our hatred! This is the second point!"
"Um...!"
The Daoist Jieyin listened in silence, the sorrow on his sallow face gradually replaced by a look of excitement.
When Zhunti settling scores with Qing Huan, a sharp killing intent flashed in the depths of his eyes, which were always half-open and filled with compassion for all living beings.
The West is barren, their spiritual roots have been taken away, and their origins have been damaged. This is the deepest thorn in the hearts of these fellow disciples.
"Junior brother's words..."
Jieyin slowly, his voice no longer sorrowful, but carrying a deep, calculating tone.
"That makes sense!"
Gradually, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"We are the disciples appointed by the Dao Ancestor, entrusted with the Heavenly Mandate of educating the West, and are destined to become Heavenly Dao Sage, indestructible through countless eons!"
Although the Tribulation is perilous and the Karma are dangerous, as long as it doesn't immediately trigger Heavenly Retribution, even this scheming...
If they make even the slightest mistake, or even if their defeat is exposed, what right or what audacity do either the surviving Witch Clan or the demon clan, who have managed to win by sheer luck, have to retaliate against two future Sage?
This is... a position of invincibility!