Huang Tian's modesty did not make Zhunti look any happier. His face was as ugly as if he had eaten shit.
Over the past hundred years of Dao discussions, to put it nicely, they had exchanged insights and each gained something.
To put it bluntly, Huang Tian was just a young upstart who had obtained the Heavenly Throne through sheer luck, a false Primordial Chaos Saint.
What profound understanding of the Great Dao could he possibly have?
In essence, this exchange had been nothing more than a private lesson Jieyin and Zhunti had given Huang Tian.
And yet Huang Tian had acted disgusted, as though he were eager for it to end.
Zhunti was furious. If Huang Tian had been his disciple, he would have beaten him soundly.
"Two seniors... Fellow Daoists, then it's settled.
From now on, the Western Region will come under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Court's doors will also be open to Buddhism, and all divine and immortal offices will be waiting to be filled."
As he bid farewell to the Western Spirit Mountain, Huang Tian addressed the Two Saints of the West with a broad smile.
Afterward, a group of Heavenly Court Immortal Officials and Heavenly Soldiers escorted Huang Tian away from the Western Region.
"Senior Brother, are we really going to hand over the West?
What shared authority over the Heavenly Court? It's merely a way to make us look better—a fig leaf.
Does this mean Buddhism will truly have to accept the Heavenly Court's supervision from now on?"
Zhunti was clearly unwilling as he complained to Jieyin.
"What else can we do if we refuse? The current Heavenly Emperor possesses the body of a Primordial Chaos Saint, with thirty-six Divine Lord Quasi-Sages serving as his vanguard and Fellow Luo Qing