Core Hall

Every Buddha and Bodhisattva, regardless of their usual rank, was now beside themselves with rage because their own "nests" had been raided and they had lost things, more or less.

The shared tragic resolve they had displayed while fighting the Dragon Clan outside had now been replaced by another collective sense of "suffering a calamity," one much closer to their personal interests. Yet this "collective" feeling was filled with helplessness, indignation, and towering hatred for that unknown, outrageously audacious "thief"!

The core hall of Western Heaven's Spirit Mountain was permeated with humiliation and fury even more intense and suffocating than that on the battlefield outside.

Within the Great Thunderclap Monastery, the rage and grief of the Thirty Thousand Buddhas had reached their peak. The Buddhist Sect's supreme hall, once solemn and majestic, was now filled with furious roars, heartbroken wails, and teeth-gritting curses. It had become like a mortal marketplace—one that had just been ransacked by bandits.

"My Seven Treasures Glass Lamp! The Incense Merit Crystals I saved up for three thousand years! They're all gone!"

"Which damned bastard was it?! He even pried away the recording beneath my seat of my eighty-first recitation of the Diamond Sutra?! That was a record of my first enlightenment!"

"Spirit Crystals! Those few high-grade Innate Spirit Crystals I painstakingly saved! They were the crucial materials for refining my life-bound Buddhist treasure! Wuuuu..."

"A holy relic! A trace of the aura from a Pure Bodhi Branch bestowed by Saint Jieyin himself—I sealed it in a jade box and hid it within the heart of my Lotus Throne... It's gone! It's all gone!!"

The Buddhas beat their chests and stamped their feet. Some were so furious that the Buddha Light around their bodies trembled chaotically, their eyes brimming with hot tears.

They had lost all