Daoist Zhunti's Great Dream Supernatural Power

The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss atop the mountain was not the lush, flower-filled paradise one might imagine, filled with celestial music; instead, it exuded a sense of desolation and tranquility, a result of countless tribulations.

The waters of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool were calm, and on two Lotus Platform beside the pool sat the two leaders of the Western Sect.

The Daoist Jieyin, with a sorrowful face and a thin frame, wore an old, faded kasaya, as if bearing all the suffering of the world. His body was surrounded by an Annihilation Buddha Light that calmed the mind and dissolved attachments.

Daoist Zhunti, on the other hand, appeared relatively "prosperous," with a slightly yellowish complexion and eyes that shone brightly when they opened and closed, revealing wisdom and calculation. He held a tree branch-shaped magic Magic Treasure that was neither blue nor white— the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, which shimmered with light and seemed capable of sweeping away all things.

At this moment, the Spiritual Sense of the two Sages were colliding and exchanging intensely in silence.

His gaze pierced through the endless void, landing on the Pangu Hall filled with malevolent energy and the magnificent Heavenly Court of the Demon Race, as if he were watching an epic drama about to unfold.

"Senior brother,"

The Daoist Zhunti spoke first, his voice carrying a peculiar rhythm that seemed to stir the deepest desires in people's hearts.

"The Witch and Demon and Demon races are filled with Malevolent Qi energy; their doom is already apparent."

"This Tribulation is precisely the opportunity for the West to prosper!"

Unconsciously, he gently brushed the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand, creating ripples of seven colors.

The Daoist Jieyin lowered his head and gaze, letting out a long sigh that seemed to come from eternity, filled with compassion yet carrying a chilling calculation:

"All beings suffer, trapped in the cycle of killing. The war between Witch and Demon Primordial Wilderness devastation to the land. The entanglements of Karma, the heavy burdens of karma, cannot be lifted without great wisdom, great perseverance, and great compassion."

"That's exactly right!"

Zhunti's eyes gleamed, and he took over the conversation, his tone becoming fervent.

"Senior brother, out of compassion, you wish to deliver all beings from the sea of suffering. However, to practice great compassion, one needs Magic Power and a solid foundation! The Witch and Demon and Yao races have occupied the Primordial Wilderness for billions of years; how vast is their accumulated power?"

Inside the Pangu Hall, the sorcerer's weapons and artifacts, imbued with the Pangu's Legacy, exuded a fierce aura that soared to the heavens; they were all top-quality materials for refining weapons!

The Heavenly Court of the Demon Race has plundered all the rare treasures of heaven and earth, piling up spiritual treasures and divine weapons like mountains, and drawing upon the inexhaustible essence of the All the Stars in the Heavens... These are all 'ownerless things' destined to dissipate during the Tribulation. Rather than turning to ashes with the fire of calamity, it would be better for us to Jieyin them to the West and transform them into resources for the great prosperity of our religion!

This is not plunder, but rather redemption, helping them escape their calamity and attain ultimate bliss and purity."

He paused, a barely perceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips, and continued:

"Furthermore, among the hundreds of millions of demons, there are many with excellent physical attributes."

Rather than letting those lesser demons, who are displaced and living in constant fear of death amidst the flames of war, perish under the swords of the Witch Clan or be corrupted by their Malevolent Qi and transformed into ferocious demons, it would be better for us to use our Magic Power to 'convert' them and guide them to Mount Sumeru.

Those of duller talent can serve as guardians of the Sect Gate, or as mounts and riders, carrying scriptures and traversing the world; this too is Merit.

Those with exceptional talent and profound wisdom, such as the descendants of fallen Demon Saint or those with special innate bloodlines, can be taken as personal disciples, carefully taught, and taught the wondrous Western Wondrous Dharma to strengthen the foundation of the sect!

In this way, we can both avert disaster and preserve our religion— the Merit!

The Daoist Jieyin slowly raised his eyelids, a glimmer of approval flashing in his sorrowful eyes. He clasped his hands together, his voice still deep and resonant:

"Good. However, although these two clans are entangled in Calamity Qi, their fate is not yet over. They are still fighting like cornered beasts, and their momentum is still fierce. If we rashly intervene, we may get burned and become entangled in boundless Karma, which would be undesirable."

We need to... add fuel to the fire, to make this cataclysmic blaze burn even brighter and faster!

When both sides are severely weakened, exhausted, and deeply affected by their karma, that will be the opportune moment for us to extend a helping hand and Save All Sentient Beings."

"Senior brother's insight is brilliant!"

Zhunti clapped his hands and laughed, his calculating expression deepening.

"To make this fire burn even brighter, we need to find an excellent igniter... one that can drive the Witch Clan to utter madness, and also throw the demon race into disarray, burdening them with immense karma, and causing them to be despised by all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness..."

The Spiritual Sense of the two Sage intertwined, instantly locking onto the same target—the ten little golden crows, the Greater Yang spirits symbolizing the future of the demon race, which were tightly guarded by Di Jun on the Fusang Divine Tree in Tanggu Valley with the Innate Eight Trigrams Grand Formation!

"The ten Crown Prince are born with extraordinary abilities, imbued with the Solar True Fire. They are the apples of Di Jun's eye and the Demon Race Fortune."

A strange light flickered in Zhunti's eyes.

"However, he is still young and his mind is not yet settled. Having been confined to Tanggu Valley for so long, like a caged bird, how could he not yearn for and be curious about the vast Primordial Wilderness and the colorful world? He only needs a little provocation..."

The Jieyin nodded.

"Three Thousand Great Dreams A Thought Blooms. Junior brother's 'Great Dream Weaving Supernatural Power' can silently enter his dream and sow the seeds of yearning for freedom and flaunting power."

When the seeds take root and sprout, ten great suns will shine upon the Primordial Wilderness... the scene of scorching the earth, burning rivers and boiling seas, the image of countless lives lost and resentment soaring to the heavens... hehe."

Even on the Jieyin, a meaningful, cold smile appeared.

"Wonderful!"

Zhunti clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes full of smugness, "Ten Suns in the Sky, Heaven and Earth Scorched! This is the Heaven Unleashes Killing Intent!"

At that time, without us even lifting a finger, countless Witch Tribe, demon branches, humans, and billions of weak creatures living on the earth will, amidst boundless fear and pain, direct their overwhelming hatred toward the Heavenly Court and toward Di Jun and Tai Yi!

The Demon Race Fortune will inevitably be violently shaken, and a situation of betrayal and alienation from all sides is foreseeable! And how could the enraged Witch Clan, especially Gonggong Xuan Ming who control the law of water, sit idly by?

The Witch and Demon will fight to the death, driven to madness! This plan kills several birds with one stone!

"However."

The Jieyin reminded him.

"Therefore, for the dream to be effective, the brothers must unite, stimulate their bloodline resonance, and use the Solar True Fire to break the formation together, thus revealing the 'Will of Heaven'."

"Don't worry, senior brother, I understand such details."

Zhunti was full of confidence, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree shone with radiant light.

"Let's get started! I'm going to sleep now!"

Before he finished speaking, Daoist Zhunti closed his eyes, and boundless wisdom light shone from his Niwan Palace.

Without moving an inch, an invisible and intangible holy thought, transcending the boundaries of time and space, followed the pull of the Solar Star and the Golden Crow bloodline in the darkness, ignoring the numerous spatial barriers and the protection of the Innate Eight Trigrams formation. In an instant, it quietly invaded the ten giant eggs, which were like miniature Greater Yang and eternally burning, hidden deep in the Tanggu Valley of the Eastern Sea, atop the Fusang Divine Tree —the dream world where the ten little Golden Crows slept.

The Solar Star is shrouded in intense Greater Yang energy and misty water vapor year-round.

An ancient, incredibly massive tree took root here, its branches twisting like dragons, its entire body a deep gold, its leaves shaped like burning flames—it was the Innate Spiritual Root — the Fusang Divine Tree! At the top of the tree, ten golden-red orbs, like miniature Greater Yang, floated in the place where the essence of the fire was most concentrated, slowly rising and falling along a mysterious trajectory, radiating a scorching and sacred aura.

These are the ten Golden Crow Prince born to Di Jun and Xi He.

Although they have grown to the level of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, they still need a long period of accumulation before they can truly mature and transform into Daoist forms to soar through the heavens and earth.

Di Jun, deeply concerned for his son and worried that his youth might lead to trouble or attract the covetous eyes of powerful beings, earnestly requested Qing Huan to set up the Innate Eight Trigrams Grand Formation .

This formation is based on the Fusang Divine Tree, drawing upon the eight natural forces of heaven, earth, wind, thunder, water, fire, and marsh to form an absolute protective domain that is perpetually regenerating and endlessly cycling, firmly protecting the ten Golden Crow eggs within it and isolating them from the outside world.

Within the formation, only the pure and gentle essence of the Greater Yang flowed, nourishing the sleeping primordial spirits of the Golden Crow Prince.