Western Prosperity Was Imminent, Just as the Three Pure Ones Turned Against Each Other

The West, Mount Sumeru.

Two beams of golden light descended from the heavens and silently landed beneath the Bodhi Tree atop the mountain. They were Jieyin and Zhunti, who had hurried back from Zixiao Palace.

The moment he landed, Daoist Zhunti could no longer suppress himself. He clapped his hands and burst into laughter.

His laughter was filled with delight and smug satisfaction, echoing across the empty Mount Sumeru.

"Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!"

Beside him, the look of suffering on Daoist Jieyin's face seemed to fade somewhat.

He watched his junior fellow disciple's overjoyed appearance and slowly spoke.

"Junior Brother, what are you laughing about?"

Zhunti finally managed to stop laughing, but the gloating delight on his face was impossible to conceal.

"Senior Brother, I'm laughing at the Three Pure Ones!"

"I'm laughing at Taiqing. He appears to be Pure and Inactive, but in truth, he does everything."

"His schemes run the deepest, yet he is also the most heartless! No one can see through what he is really thinking!"

"I'm laughing at Yuanshi. He claims to be the Pangu Orthodox Sect, looks down on everyone, and is arrogant and conceited, yet he protects his own to an extreme degree. He is ferocious on the outside but weak within!"

"I'm laughing even more at Tongtian. He possesses nothing but the spectacle of Myriad Immortals Come to Court, yet he cannot recognize people clearly and cannot see through the sinister nature of human hearts."

"In the end, he will pay a terrible price for his belief that 'all beings can be taught!'"

Daoist Zhunti shook his head repeatedly, the mockery on his face completely undisguised.

"The three of them are unworthy of having been transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit."

"They share the same roots and origin, yet they