After Tathagata left, Zhunti looked toward Jieyin.
"Senior Brother, everything is ready. All we lack is that Protector from the Witch Clan."
"We still need to make another trip to Pangu Hall and discuss this with Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming."
Jieyin sighed softly.
"Indeed, we do need to go to Pangu Hall again."
"Only by settling on this final Protector as soon as possible can we arrange what follows."
The speed at which he rolled his prayer beads noticeably quickened.
"Let's go. There's no time to lose."
The instant his words fell, two streams of Buddha-light shot into the sky.
They tore across the air above Spirit Mountain and flew straight in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.
Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.
When Jieyin and Zhunti descended upon the plaza once more, the heavy stone doors of Pangu Hall already stood wide open.
The two stepped inside.
Within the great hall, thirteen vast and boundless Hunyuan auras crisscrossed and surged.
"You two have come again."
Zhou Ming's voice was calm, without the slightest trace of emotion.
"Has the matter of Western Prosperity still not been fully settled?"
Zhunti piled a smile onto his face and hurried forward.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, you jest."
"Thanks to your previous righteousness, Fellow Daoist, the Witch Clan did not obstruct Western Prosperity."
"Only then were we able to smoothly coordinate the manpower from all the other factions."
"Now, the great momentum of Scripture Seeking is already fully prepared."
He paused.
"My Senior Brother and I have come this time"
"to finalize the quota for the last Protector."
Jieyin took over, his tone sincere.
"The Witch Clan has rendered great merit to the Three Realms, so we specially reserved one Protector slot for the Witch Clan."
"Thus, on this journey, we wished to ask you,