Above the Thirty-three Heavens, Buddhist light flowed and Zhunti flew into the primordial wilderness on a golden lotus.
Most of the Thirty-three Heavens have already passed. I wonder how the Buddhist Gate is doing. I hope nothing has gone wrong!
Zhunti murmured to himself as he headed toward Western Lingshan. With a single thought, a Saint could travel throughout the primordial wilderness. In the blink of an eye, he arrived within Lingshan's domain.
"Fortunately, my Buddhist Gate's fortune..."
Zhunti had just begun lamenting that Wutian had not seized the Buddhist Gate's fortune when he suddenly felt it fluctuate violently.
"What's going on?"
"Why is the Buddhist Gate's fortune fluctuating so violently?"
Watching the Buddhist Gate's fortune rise and fall like someone bungee jumping, Zhunti furrowed his brows.
"Could Wutian be affecting it?"
"There's no other way. For the sake of the Buddhist Gate, I'll have to act!"
Zhunti, hidden in the void, circulated seven-colored light in his hand, and the shape of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree emerged.
"Martial Uncle, are you planning to disrupt the grand course of Heaven's Dao?"
Shi Yu, dressed in blue robes and a white gown, quietly appeared beside Zhunti and pressed down the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.
"Shi Yu, what are you doing here?!"
"Martial Uncle, shouldn't I be asking you that?"
The divine senses of the two Saints clashed in the void for a moment. Then Zhunti silently put away the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.
"Martial Nephew, what a leisurely mood!"
"Who is the basket of fruit in your hand for?"
Zhunti spoke with a hearty laugh. Clearly, in the clash of divine senses just now, he had been "slightly outmatched."
"Oh, you mean this?"
Shi Yu glanced at the fruit basket he was carrying, smiled calmly, and said:
"Today is a good