The ten golden crows' excitement cooled considerably after being swept over by Qing Huan's calm yet supremely majestic gaze, and they even felt a trace of instinctive fear.
They looked at each other, and finally the Eldest Prince spoke cautiously, explaining with a hint of grievance:
"Uncle, you are wise! It is not that we are unruly, but rather... we dreamt of the magnificent Primordial Wilderness and yearned for it!"
A kind-faced old man appeared in our dream and told us that as children of the Greater Yang, we should travel throughout the Primordial Wilderness, shine upon the earth, and display our majesty, so as not to fail our innate divine abilities!
We brothers have long been living in Tanggu Valley like caged birds, and we can no longer contain ourselves.
Now that they are all Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, they believe they have the power to protect themselves, therefore... therefore they joined forces to break through the formation, intending to emulate their uncle and father, and travel through this vast world!
Its thoughts are filled with longing for the scene depicted by the "old man" and a yearning for freedom.
"Oh? A kind-looking old man?"
Qing Huan sneered inwardly, but his face remained expressionless.
"Tell me in detail, what did the old man in your dream look like? What did he say to you?"
The ten little golden crows began to describe the dream in a flurry of chatter. Although their words were immature and their descriptions somewhat chaotic, some key features clearly pointed to the target.
A serene and compassionate face, the faint chanting of sandalwood incense, the exquisite depiction of the Primordial Wilderness beauty, the deliberate praise of the golden crow's divine power, and the seemingly unintentional yet precisely provocative desire for "free exploration of the heavens"...
As Qing Huan listened to the innocent stories told by the little golden crows, the chill in his eyes grew stronger.
"I see."
After the little golden crows finished their story, Qing Huan nodded.
He casually raised his right hand and gently waved it towards the ten golden crows.
Buzz--!
An invisible and intangible holy thought, yet containing the supreme Daoist principle of "Myriad Phenomena Return to Origin," swept through the primordial spirit, bloodline, and even the deepest part of the True Spirit of the ten little golden crows in an instant, like the most precise probe!
This force was gentle yet powerful, domineering yet irresistible, and exquisitely refined, causing no harm to the little golden crows whatsoever, as if it were merely Qingfeng breeze.
Under this sacred thought, any hidden, minute, or foreign trace that does not belong to the Golden Crow itself is like a firefly in the darkness, nowhere to hide!
Really!
In the deepest part of each little golden crow's dream memory, beneath that carefully disguised "innocent longing," Qing Huan clearly "saw" a few extremely faint yet profoundly sacred rays of Buddha-nature!
This light, like the most cunning parasite, is deeply embedded in the dream essence of the Golden Crow, exuding the unique Daoist charm of "Three Thousand Great Dreams, A Single Thought Arises!"
There was also a mark that was almost imperceptible, yet carried a seven-colored glazed light, like a fuse hidden within!
"Hmph!? The Great Dream Po Sa Supernatural Power?! It really is the work of those two bald monks from the West!"
Qing Huan snorted coldly in his heart, completely confirming his guess.
The seven-colored glazed light mark was Zhunti the Dao Scars of Zhunti's Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree! Jieyin's Power of Nirvana Nightmare Annihilation was also mixed in!
"Hehe, very good!"
A cold glint flashed in Qing Huan's eyes, and his mind raced.
"Why would the Golden Crow want to travel through the Primordial Wilderness for no reason? Even if it follows a predetermined path, it is because they secretly pushed it along and deliberately induced it!"
For such petty and despicable schemes, they dared to subject billions of living beings in the Primordial Wilderness to ten days of scorching heat, and even pushed Di Jun, their ten most beloved sons, to the brink of death. How utterly shameless!
In an instant, he understood the entire scheme of the Two Saints of the West: with Ten Suns in the Sky, countless lives would be lost, the karma would fall on the demon race, the Witch Clan would be enraged, and the war would completely spiral out of control, allowing them to reap the benefits, convert the demon race, and plunder spiritual treasures!
"What a 'compassionate' Western Sect!"
Qing Huan was furious but also laughed inwardly.
"Looks like I gave him the right face; even the dog thinks he's a lion!"
Looking at the ten bewildered little golden crows in front of him, still trying to defend themselves, Qing Huan's anger turned into helplessness and a trace of pity for his juniors.
Composing himself, a gentle expression appeared on his face as he addressed the ten anxious golden crows:
"Your uncle is already aware of this matter. You are young and it is understandable that you were misled by the evil man's dream."
Qing Huan's gaze swept over the ten little golden crows, who were hanging their heads and folding their wings, looking both aggrieved and frightened. His anger surged, but he maintained the gentle demeanor of an elder.
With a gentle flick of his sleeves, a soft yet overwhelming force slowly lifted the ten golden crows and sent them back to the protective array deep within Tanggu Valley, which had been newly reinforced and was now filled with the Innate Eight Trigrams Grand Formation.
A flash of light separated the inside from the outside, and temporarily shut out the wind and rain from the outside world.
When Qing Huan looked up again toward Western Mount Sumeru, the last trace of warmth in his eyes froze instantly, turning into a chilling killing intent as thick as eternal ice.
"A relentless interrogation, a battle of wits and words?"
One step forward, and the world seems worlds apart.
Qing Huan appeared silently outside the Sect Gate of Mount Sumeru, the holy site of the Western Sect.
Without deliberately releasing any pressure, the Daoist rhyme of "Myriad Phenomena Return to Origin," originating from Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal and transcending the constraints of the Heavenly Dao, silently permeated every inch of space surrounding Mount Sumeru, like mercury spilling onto the ground.
The auspicious clouds and Buddhist light swirling in the mountains seemed to be thrown into the surface of a lake with huge rocks, suddenly becoming chaotic, and the melodious chanting and Zen sounds came to an abrupt halt, as if an invisible hand had choked them.
The atmosphere of the entire Western Pure Land instantly froze, and countless lower-level Buddhist disciples and Guardian Vajras felt inexplicably tremble with fear.
"Zhunti! Jieyin!"
Qing Huan's voice was not loud, but it was like a cold spring from the heavens, clearly penetrating through layers of restrictions and resounding directly into the depths of the minds of the two Sage Mount Sumeru.
"Come out! Give me an explanation!"
As the voice faded, deep within Mount Sumeru, two Sages, imbued with the meaning of annihilation and salvation, rose up, carrying both surprise and feigned composure.
The Daoist Jieyin stood on a rather thin Golden Lotus, his face contorted with even greater suffering, his expression gloomy and sorrowful.
Holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, the Daoist Zhunti forced a smile, but his eyes gleamed with surprise and uncertainty.
"Amitabha... Qing Huan Qinghuan, why are you so angry at your esteemed presence? Your aggressive arrival in my Western Pure Land is disturbing my Buddhism meditation. Isn't that against propriety?"
Zhunti attempted to occupy the moral high ground, his voice carrying a hint of feigned compassion.
"Is it against propriety?"
A cold smile curved Qing Huan's lips, his eyes sharp as the icy gleam of a Heaven-Opening, piercing straight at the two saints' primordial spirits.
"You used your Great Dream Po Sa Supernatural Power to sneak into the dream of our Crown Prince, bewitch his heart, and lure him into Ten Suns in the Sky, attempting to ignite the war Witch and Demon and demons, causing widespread suffering and devastation to the Primordial Wilderness, and bringing immense karmic retribution to the demon race!"
Such insidious schemes dare to discuss etiquette with me?!
With a flick of his finger, a wisp of subtle and profound aura, exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance and seven-colored glazed light, was forcibly stripped from the void and materialized!
It was the incriminating mark extracted from the depths of the Little Golden Crow's primordial spirit, a mixture of the Buddha's essence and the Dao Scars of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!
This wisp of energy danced at Qing Huan's fingertips, like a red-hot branding iron, scorching the faces of the Two Saints of the West.
"Do you recognize this object?!"
Qing Huan's voice contained the wrath of thunder, and the surrounding space was silently annihilated and instantly reassembled due to his emotional fluctuations, causing the laws to lament.