The Three Pure Ones in the Immortal Realm looked far less pleased now.
The three watched helplessly as the vast tide of fortune in the Earth Immortal Realm converged on Shakyamuni alone. At last, they could read his true intentions on his face.
"What a fine disciple you raised, Tongtian!" Yuanshi snorted coldly, his voice thick with reproach.
Tongtian's face was as black as charcoal.
Faced with Yuanshi's accusation, he opened his mouth, but had no idea how to defend himself.
After all, Duobao was his foremost disciple. Now that Duobao had defected to Buddhism, how could he, as his master, escape responsibility?
"Alas, something went wrong after all." Laozi sighed as he watched the situation in the Earth Immortal Realm.
He looked at Yuanshi and Tongtian and shook his head. "Enough. There's no need to argue. We were mistaken from the start."
"When Second Uncle kept telling us that 'Buddhism is destined to flourish,' I fear he wasn't endorsing our plan, but warning us. We were simply too arrogant back then. We thought we could control everything, and that led us to this."
At Laozi's words, Yuanshi and Tongtian both sighed.
Only now did they truly understand that the "Buddhism is destined to flourish" their Second Uncle had spoken of had never been an opportunity for scheming. It was a course heaven and earth had already ordained.
They had thought too highly of themselves and tried to pit their wits against heaven and earth. That was why they had suffered such a crushing defeat.
"Then how should we resolve this? Randeng is still waiting for our instructions."
"What else can you do? Have him hand his authority over to Shakyamuni, of course." Xuanxiao's teasing voice came from the void.
"Second Uncle!" The Three Pure Ones all turned toward him.