The Two Sages of the West Give Up Fighting Lin Yue for Good and Hunker Down in the Western Niuhe Continent

Western Niuhe Continent, atop Spiritual Mountain.

The sacred land that had once basked in Buddhist light and echoed with the chants of scripture was now shrouded in a deathly gloom. The sky was gray, not a ray of sunlight breaking through. Black ripples spread across the once-clear Merit Pool, and the spiritual veins beneath it had grown faint. Even the golden lotuses in the pool were withering, their petals yellowing and their former holy radiance gone.

Inside the Grand Hall of Heroes, Jieyin and Zhunti sat facing each other, their faces pale as paper and their spirits flagging. The Buddhist light around them had dimmed, and even the Sage Marks between their brows had grown indistinct, stripped of their former majesty.

Ever since the Saints had sworn their solemn oaths in the Purple Heaven Hall of Yue Sheng Palace, the imprint of their alliance had hung high in the Primordial void. The immense pressure, born from the combined power of all the Saints of the Primordial Era, had become an invisible mountain bearing down on Spiritual Mountain, leaving everyone in the Western Teachings struggling to breathe.

Especially after Lin Yue had attained the rank of Flawless Sage, the perfect, complete pressure of his Great Dao had clung to them like a bone-deep curse. It suppressed Jieyin and Zhunti's cultivation at every moment, making it exceedingly difficult for them even to wield the Power of a Sage, let alone devise further schemes.

The news that Pangu had revived and regained the strength of an early-stage Sage had dealt them another fatal blow. Pangu was the progenitor who had created the world, possessing boundless Merit from its creation. The pressure of his Great Dao of Heaven Opening naturally suppressed the Buddhist Daoist rhyme of the Western Teachings. Now that Pangu was stationed