Heaven's justice was clear.
Wondrous Dharma Lotus.
Buddha Mother Zhunti's gaze flickered.
In his eyes, Duobao's performance before him was that of an exceptionally perfect Buddhist disciple.
Yet such a disciple had ultimately remained in the Daoist fold.
And now,
Daoist Duobao was clearly heading down a path even more perfect than Zhunti had hoped for.
Attaining the Dao and becoming a Sage.
This path, regarded by other cultivators in the Primordial World as the most difficult, seemed to have been opened.
Leaving aside those existences who already possessed profound foundations,
the Seven Little Ones Zhou Qingqing had guided also seemed, more or less, to have stepped onto the stairway toward attaining the Dao and becoming Sages.
He could not concern himself with the others.
But Daoist Duobao and his fellow junior brothers and sisters were all before his eyes now. No matter what, he could not allow them to attain the Dao and become Sages just like that.
So long as Zhou Qingqing did not personally intervene,
Buddha Mother Zhunti felt that his move was certainly not too late.
"The farce should end."
He pressed his palms together, his voice low.
The farce should end?
That was what Buddha Mother Zhunti had said, right?
Shouldn't it have been that the comedy was about to begin?
"..."
Within the Three Pure Ones Hall,
Supreme Pure Laozi and Upper Pure Master Tongtian exchanged glances, both inwardly marveling at their disciple's sarcastic mockery.
Buddha Mother Zhunti and the other faces of Buddhism possessed divine abilities such as lotus-tongued eloquence. This counted as opening one of the Six Consciousnesses of the Buddha Path.
But if they truly had to trade verbal blows with their own disciple, they felt that Buddha Mother Zhunti's Buddhist heart would collapse from being needled by their disciple.
Although