Zhunti looked utterly wilted. His once-lively eyes had lost their light, leaving only sorrow and desolation. "Why... why did things turn out like this?"
"It's bitter, far too bitter." Jieyin looked grief-stricken, weighed down by sorrow and hardship. Unable to hold back any longer, he began to weep. "The West is already so barren that even birds flying over it clench their asses shut rather than shit.
"And yet Heavenly Dao still treats the West this harshly."
"Heavenly Dao is unfair!"
"When will the West ever prosper?"
Zhunti was listless and lost. "The future of the West... is nothing but darkness. There's no hope in sight. Why didn't the demon ancestor blow me up along with everything else back then?"
The West was so barren that even birds flying overhead refused to shit there. One could imagine just how terrible its environment had become.
After all these years of improvement by Zhunti and Jieyin, the area around Mount Sumeru had finally recovered a little vitality.
But the problem of disciples still remained unresolved.
Disciples with outstanding aptitude, extraordinary foundations, great enlightenment, great perseverance, and great destiny were pitifully scarce.
The two senior brothers had begun plotting ever since Houtu opened Reincarnation. They had plotted for so many years, only to... lose an outstanding disciple in the process.
Zhunti had even been utterly crushed once in order to ask Cangyuan to pull some strings for Ksitigarbha.
And this was the result?!!!!!!!!!!
Zhunti and Jieyin collapsed. They were so furious they were nearly vomiting blood.
Ksitigarbha also blamed himself. The West had protected him as he grew, and his two masters had taught him without holding anything back. He had wanted to properly repay the West after attaining the Dao, but in the end... he had been nailed in place.
But Ksitigarbha