Seeing that Jieyin remained silent for a long while, he slightly furrowed his brows and spoke with increased urgency. "Senior Brother! The Profound Sect's providential fortune is already like a raging fire beneath boiling oil. If our Western Teachings have no way to respond, I fear that in the future even our foothold will be squeezed away!"
A breeze suddenly swept past, making the petals in Jieyin's palm tremble lightly before they slowly floated up and danced leisurely in the airflow.
He let out a soft sigh. "Junior Brother, the Profound Sect's prosperity is ordained by Heaven. It cannot be forcibly opposed. Let us quietly watch how things unfold."
Zhunti appeared somewhat anxious. "Senior Brother naturally understands this principle. How would I dare defy the Heavenly Dao? It is merely that our Western Teachings have always had shallow foundations. If we hesitate any longer, I fear the Three Pure Ones will eventually lock us down completely, leaving us no chance to turn things around."
Was this worry not also a heavy burden weighing on Jieyin's heart? Even as Saints, compared with the Three Pure Ones, they ultimately fell a step short. The providential fortunes of those three were intertwined and crowned the Primordial World. If the two of them relied on their own strength to challenge them head-on, it would merely be an egg striking a rock and inviting ridicule.
"Junior Brother should know that prosperity at its peak must decline. The Profound Sect is flourishing today because Dao Ancestor Hongjun established its teachings, educated all living beings, and accumulated immense merit, thereby forging this situation." He raised his eyes toward Zhunti, his voice calm yet resolute. "Yet the Heavenly Dao leaves a thread of vitality. Our Western Teachings' eight hundred unorthodox sects will eventually rise. The time simply has