The Yoga God's defeat sparked a wild celebration throughout the Tang Empire.
The leading figures of the Scripture Seeking Team became the subjects of the people's praise, establishing their own formidable reputations.
After that celebration, everything still had to return to calm.
Inside the Golden Throne Hall.
The Tang Emperor finished marking his decree in vermilion at his imperial desk. His majestic gaze swept over Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong the Executioner, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujin, and Little White Dragon Ao Lie below the steps. His imperial voice rang clear, making his command plain.
"For the Tang Empire to become a Holy Tang Dynasty revered by all its people, it must spread its teachings far and wide."
"Yet the nations of the western lands and the barbarians of distant realms remain lost in false beliefs, never having heard the true teachings."
"Today, I personally decree that the task of carrying the Tang Empire's teachings westward, spreading the Dao, and enlightening foreign lands shall be entrusted entirely to you, without restriction."
"All decisions concerning the mission of spreading the Dao westward and delivering all living beings shall rest with you. Here in Chang'an, I shall erect an altar and offer blessings from afar. Once your deeds and cultivation reach fulfillment, I shall bestow further honors upon you, that you may forever enjoy incense offerings and inscribe your names in the annals of history.
"Thus decreed!"
[Why do I feel like the Tang Emperor's literary accomplishments surpass even mine?]
[He actually rattled off that whole mouthful so smoothly.]
[Never mind him saying it—how did I manage to listen to every last word???]
The Heavenly Venerates in the Three Pure Ones Hall smiled.
This was their disciple's jealousy of the Tang Emperor showing through.
Though she was the Dao Venerable, a venerable was still