The Helplessness of Buddhism and the Chan Sect

Maitreya had only just returned to Mount Sumeru when he saw Zhunti and Jieyin wearing grave expressions.

"Maitreya, what exactly happened? Why is only part of Yang Tianyou's Primordial Spirit left?"

Zhunti raised a hand and retrieved the Primordial Spirit that King Pan had thrown back to the Western Lands.

Faced with Zhunti's questioning, Maitreya lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

"Speak. I will not punish you."

Maitreya's face turned deathly pale. Even the fingertips of his clasped hands trembled slightly as he said in a low voice:

"Master... our scheme was intercepted."

The moment the words fell, Zhunti's usually impassive face erupted with boundless fury.

His eyes blazed red, Buddha Light surged backward, and the space around him shattered inch by inch. His furious roar thundered through the Great Hall.

"Insolence!!"

He clenched his massive hand in the air, his five fingers forming a claw, and crushed the endless void around him!

Chaos energy flows surged wildly, spatial fragments fell like a rain of blades, and the Sanskrit chants of countless Buddhist kingdoms fell silent in an instant.

Zhunti's killing intent was as oppressive as a prison, his voice icy to the bone.

"Who—dares to make an enemy of Buddhism?!"

"Was it that old Yuanshi, breaking the rules and betraying his promise, who secretly acted and took all three Yang Family brats away?!"

Before he had finished speaking, the Buddha Light around Zhunti had already transformed into black flames of rage. Even the phantom Buddhist kingdoms surrounding him twisted and howled.

Maitreya shuddered all over and hurriedly waved his hands, stammering as he corrected himself:

"No, it wasn't Primordial Heavenly Venerate... it was people from Azure Nether Island and the Mysterious Water Divine Continent!"

Upon hearing those two names, Zhunti's violent Buddhist might and towering rage