Jieyin: Alas, My West is Too Tragic!

The Primordial World's East

On the shores of the East Sea, the sound of waves crashed ceaselessly, yet the unending roar of the ocean could not wash away someone's sorrow.

Zhunti's brow was tightly furrowed, his face etched with misery. He lamented with great heartache:

"Brother, my heart aches so. That disciple, the one who came with an ultimate Innate Spiritual Treasure, is destined to be beyond our reach."

Jieyin's heart was also twisted with pain, but he forced himself to remain calm, putting on his elder brother's demeanor to comfort him:

"Junior Brother, there are countless disciples in this world. Why cling to just one crane?"

In truth, he was consumed by envy and jealousy, merely putting on a brave face. A disciple who brought his own ultimate Innate Spiritual Treasure and Blessed Lands!

A moment later, a colossal change suddenly occurred in the Primordial World. Thunderclouds roiled, obscuring the sun and stars, laws became chaotic, and malevolent energy permeated the air.

A powerful shockwave swept through like surging tides, shaking the entire Primordial World.

The great powers of the Primordial World all turned their attention to the far west.

The Four Symbols manifested their true forms.

The Black Tortoise of the North roared, summoning immense waves.

The Vermilion Bird of the South soared high, its flames engulfing the sky.

The Azure Dragon of the East coiled, its roars echoing.

The White Tiger of the West growled, shaking the earth.

With the combined efforts of the Four Symbols, the turbulent Primordial World stabilized slightly, but the anomalies did not cease.

The source of the disaster was the Western Ancestral Land's Mount Sumeru. This place had just endured a brutal battle, with multiple forces of law crisscrossing and wreaking havoc.

Demon Ancestor Rahu, like a kite with a broken string, spat blood and fell to the ground, his form withered and his demonic energy dissipating.

Hongjun produced the Jade Disk of Creation, intending to suppress him. Upon seeing this, Rahu's eyes widened in fury, and he cursed:

"Hongjun, you dog! Your schemes are so insidious! The decline of the Three Clans and the destruction of the Demonic Path are all because of you!"

The Four Swords of Zhu Xian and the Zhu Xian Formation Diagram resisted fiercely, but Rahu was heavily injured and could not withstand the might of the Jade Disk of Creation.

Rahu's eyes blazed with anger: "Hongjun, our enmity began in chaos and will continue until the Immeasurable Kalpa! Today, I establish the Demonic Cult, and the conflict between Dao and Demon will never end! I vow to return and fight you again!"

With those words, his demonic body erupted with surging demonic energy, attaching itself to the Twelve-Petaled Black Lotus, and he fled into chaos.

Thus, the conflict between Dao and Demon concluded with the defeat of Demon Ancestor Rahu.

"Hoo~"

"Thankfully, this old Daoist gained the upper hand. Now that the Primordial World is initially settled, there are still many matters awaiting my attention!"

Hongjun shook his head, feeling the considerable weight on his shoulders.

"Buzz~~"

After Rahu vanished, the spiritual veins of the West began to shake violently, and streams of demonic mist rose into the sky. Rahu had previously refined the entire Western spiritual veins.

If he perished, the spiritual veins would detonate. This "Great Array of Moral Coercion" was Rahu's final contingency. Instantly, the spiritual veins of the entire West detonated.

"Rahu!"

"You motherfucker!"

Fierce shockwaves surged directly towards the four directions: north, south, east, and west. If the Four Symbols had not appeared earlier, the Primordial World would likely have been torn asunder.

Looking at the almost completely destroyed Western spiritual veins, Hongjun sighed deeply.

From this point onward, the West would be a barren land, and he owed it a great karmic debt.

"Wuwuwu~"

"Our Western Ancestral Veins!"

Two middle-aged men in yellow Daoist robes wailed to the heavens, beating their chests and stomping their feet, looking utterly despondent.

Zhunti and Jieyin sensed the nearly collapsed Western Ancestral Veins. As Innate Divine Beings born in the West, they shared a latent connection with the Western Ancestral Veins.

"Brother, in this state, if we continue to adhere to old ways, the West may never have a chance to rise again."

Zhunti suddenly ceased his lament, his eyes flashing with sharp light. "Why not take a gamble? The East is prosperous. We might as well act in secret and 'borrow' some assistance from there. Not to turn the tide, but to at least mend what's broken!"

Jieyin hesitated, then sighed deeply after a moment: "Fine, for the revival of the West, we'll cast aside our pride!"

From then on, two thieves with unknown origins, unknown cultivation, and unknown intentions appeared on the Primordial World. Wherever they passed, not a blade of grass grew. They would plow the land three feet deep, taking any spiritual plants or treasures, no matter what they were.

Whenever they encountered cultivators with decent aptitude, the two would shout in unison: "You are fated to be with my West!"

However, paper could not wrap fire forever. Soon after, their disguises were seen through, all because of that phrase, "You are fated to be with my West!"

So, the two decided to stop hiding and revealed their true faces.

Zhunti returned laden with spoils and was about to discuss plans with Jieyin for the great revival of the West. Suddenly, he saw a golden light flash in the distance.

Zhunti was overjoyed and, after a quick calculation, couldn't help but laugh: "This treasure is fated to be with my West!"

"Brother, no one can snatch it away this time!" There was a hint of bitterness in his words.

With that, his figure flickered, instantly vanishing from his spot and speeding towards the golden light.

Upon approaching, he saw a spiritual plant with a slender stem, bearing a single, enormous flower. The bloom was like a golden sun hanging high, moving with the Sun Star.

Seeing this, Zhunti blurted out, "This flower grows facing the sun, so let's call it the Sun-Facing Flower!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the spiritual plant burst with light, its aura surging.

Zhunti's heart stirred, knowing it was about to take form. He quickly summoned the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree. The tree bloomed with a thousand golden lotuses, enveloping a hundred-mile radius and forming a sturdy protective formation.

Within the radiance, the Sun-Facing Flower gradually faded, eventually transforming into a chubby young boy dressed in a golden Daoist robe.

The boy had a round face, a bulging belly, and a bright smile that seemed to say he had no worries in the world.

"Thank you, senior, for protecting my cultivation! This junior wishes to join your sect and learn from you!" the chubby boy bowed respectfully, his eyes full of anticipation.

Zhunti saw that the boy's roots were extraordinary and was overjoyed. As my senior brother said, I shouldn't get fixated on just one white crane.

"Excellent, excellent, excellent! From this day forward, you shall be the head disciple under my and my brother's tutelage. I bestow upon you the Daoist name Maitreya."

Upon hearing this, Maitreya bowed again, thanking his master for the grace. "Thank you, master! Your disciple dares to ask, may I request a spiritual treasure from you?"

Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged a glance, seeing the awkwardness in each other's eyes. Jieyin coughed lightly and said, "Disciple, you must understand our current predicament in the West. Our spiritual veins are shattered, and spiritual treasures are scarce. Your master is truly willing but unable. But rest assured, when the West prospers once more, I will certainly find you an Innate Spiritual Treasure."

Poor Maitreya waited for many years, only obtaining his first Innate Spiritual Treasure when his own cultivation reached the Quasi-Saint realm. The hardships involved were known only to him~

Suffering, such great suffering~~