Blue Planet.
Shang Dynasty.
Zhaoge.
Daoist Zhunti surveyed the fortune of all directions, regret in his eyes.
Three pillars of future Buddhism—the Western Sect disciples they had painstakingly cultivated. One had made it onto the Investiture of the Gods List, and one had defected from the West.
This was something he had never imagined.
Had he known this would happen.
How could they have descended with the true bodies of the entire Western Sect?
If they had entered Blue Planet as projections, as Zhou Qingqing had said, their defeat would never have been so miserable.
"Could Zhou Qingqing's method of surviving the Calamity be the truly correct one?"
"Was the method we used harmful to us in every way and beneficial in none?"
Daoist Zhunti muttered to himself.
He paused.
"No, I absolutely refuse to accept such an outcome."
"This world bears the handiwork of the Daoist Heavenly Venerates and Zhou Qingqing. It was inherently unfavorable to us, so I cannot simply give up."
Daoist Zhunti pressed his palms together.
Switching to the Buddha Path and becoming Buddha Mother Zhunti had greatly affected his state of mind.
In the past, if he had encountered such setbacks, especially when the entire Western Sect had been reduced to him alone holding the fort, he would have flown into a rage long ago.
But now.
He could still remain composed.
"Buddha Mother, what should we do now?"
As he pondered, a figure appeared atop Deer Terrace. It was none other than Di Xin, the king he had established and supported through his Buddhist kingdom.
Yin Jiao and Yin Hong stood behind him.
They, too, cultivated Buddhist teachings and were disciples of the Western Sect.
Although Buddha Mother Zhunti had been the lofty deputy leader of the Western Sect in the Primordial World, here