"Hongyun! Don't push people too far!"
Zhunti shouted sharply, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand bursting with radiance. Sage might surged, sweeping the surrounding void until it shattered inch by inch.
"My senior brother and I respected you enough to call you Fellow Daoist, yet you press us so aggressively!"
"Do you truly think my West has no one, and that you can knead us however you please?"
Jieyin, standing to the side, did not speak, but the billions of Buddha-lights blooming from atop the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit had already made his stance clear.
Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, swords were drawn and bows bent. The auras of three Sages collided wildly, stirring this pure land of Buddhism until it could find no peace.
It seemed that a battle on the level of Sages was about to erupt completely atop Mount Sumeru.
Jieyin reached out and pressed down on Zhunti beside him, who was brimming with rage, signaling for him to stay calm.
Then he took a step forward, a trace of unmelting compassion on that sorrowful face of his, and gave Hongyun a long sigh.
"Ah..."
"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, why must you be so aggressive?"
"You also know the situation in my West."
"Ever since the Longhan Era, our spiritual veins have been shattered, and a hundred wastes have awaited renewal. For the sake of the countless living beings of the West, my senior brother and I have toiled day and night, not daring to slacken in the slightest."
"We two have never dared forget Fellow Daoist's kindness for even a moment. It is just that... the West today truly cannot bring out any heavy treasure capable of repaying the Saint Position Karma."
"It is not that we are unwilling. It is truly that