Cihang: Right, Right, Right! That's the Smell! Dizang Kneels!

The three-month deadline has arrived.

On this day, on the west side of Kunlun Mountain.

Suddenly, Buddhist chants echoed, and the scent of sandalwood filled the air.

Two majestic golden lights from the Saints, carrying a sky full of golden lotuses.

Came mightily from the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

Daoist Jie Yin, with a pained expression, sat upon the twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit.

Daoist Zhun Ti, with a smile on his face, held the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

Behind the two Saints followed three disciples of extraordinary bearing.

Medicine Master Buddha, Maitreya Daoist, and Daoist Dizang.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Taiqing, Senior Brother Yuqing, Senior Brother Shangqing."

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti descended from the clouds.

Bowing their heads in greeting to the Three Pure Ones, who had been waiting long.

"You two junior brothers have traveled far; you must be tired."

Laozi nodded slightly, his expression calm.

Although Yuanshi Tianzun looked down upon the barren land of the West.

It was a discussion between Saints, after all, so he maintained superficial courtesy.

Sect Master Tongtian, however, swept his gaze over the three disciples of the Western Teachings.

A meaningful glint flashed in his eyes.

"These are the esteemed disciples of the Western Teachings?"

"They look quite sturdy; I wonder if they can take a beating."

Tongtian thought to himself secretly.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the Saints joined forces and unleashed their great divine abilities.

Rumble!

On the main peak plaza of Kunlun Mountain.

A colossal arena, condensed from the power of laws, rose from the ground.

Surrounding it, auspicious clouds swirled, and auspicious energy flowed in myriad streams.

Laozi rode on the back of a green ox.

His gaze swept over the disciples of the three teachings gathered below.

He slowly spoke, his voice echoing throughout Kunlun.

"Today, the two junior brothers from the West have brought their disciples to discuss the Dao; this is a grand event for the Mystic Gate."

"Disciples of the three teachings may all ascend the stage to spar; it shall conclude when one concedes."

"The victor shall receive the Mid-grade Innate Spirit Treasure, the Taiji Talisman Seal, bestowed by this Humble Daoist."

Yuanshi Tianzun followed closely, speaking with authority.

"The victor shall receive the High-grade Acquired Spirit Treasure, the Demon Subduing Jade Ruyi, personally refined by my hand."

Sect Master Tongtian chuckled and waved his large hand.

"I don't have anything particularly good, so I'll offer a copy of the True Explanation of the Shangqing Formations!"

Seeing this, Daoist Zhun Ti also smiled and produced three Sarira emitting brilliant golden light.

"The West is barren and cannot compare to the prosperity of the East."

"I shall offer three Daluo Sarira to help my nephews and nieces solidify their Dao fruits."

Whoosh--!

As the prizes were announced, the disciples of the three teachings below erupted in excitement.

Innate Spirit Treasures, acquired supreme treasures refined by Saints, true explanations of formations, Daluo Sarira...

These rewards were so generous they made one's mouth water!

Just then, a streak of light rushed over.

It was Zhao Gongming, who had just emerged from seclusion after refining the Ancestral Dragon Pearl.

As soon as he landed, he sensed that the atmosphere around him was somewhat off.

His fellow disciples, who had been discussing enthusiastically.

Their voices instantly quieted down upon seeing him.

Countless gazes fell upon him in unison.

Their eyes were filled with reverence, and even a hint of looking at a monster.

Even Yuanshi Tianzun and Sect Master Tongtian on the high platform Gave him a glance, intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhao Gongming's lips twitched, and he sighed helplessly in his heart. "Before, I was the Senior Disciple Brother of the Outer Sect of the Jie Sect, and everyone respected me." "Now I am the Primordial World's number one Artifact Refiner, and everyone sees me as a freak." "My reputation is widespread, with both good and bad." "The past is the past, and now is... Sigh, let's not mention it."

At this moment, on the arena. Daoist Dizang of the Western Teachings was the first to appear. He was clad in a kasaya, with his hands clasped together, his face filled with compassion. Buddha-light shone all around him, and he had the cultivation of a mid-stage Golden Immortal. "This Humble Daoist is Dizang. I wonder which Eastern Senior Disciple Brother would like to offer guidance?" Dizang's voice was gentle, yet it carried an unshakeable confidence. The disciples of the three teachings below looked at each other. Normally, in such discussions, it would be Senior Disciple Brothers like Duo Bao or Guang Chengzi who would go through the motions. However, this time, before the Senior Disciple Brothers could even speak. "Me, me, me, it has to be me!" A clear and excited feminine shout rang out. Bixiao was seen leaping up from her cushion. Her hand tightly gripped that ancient long sword. Sect Master Tongtian was stunned, somewhat bewildered. "Bixiao, she just broke through to the early Golden Immortal stage, why is she so eager?" Just as Tongtian was hesitating whether to let Bixiao go on stage. From the Chan Sect's ranks, a firm voice suddenly came. "Uncle-Master Tongtian, let her go!" Everyone turned to look, and the one speaking was Daoist Ci Hang! Daoist Ci Hang was seen with a flushed face. His eyes twinkled with a strange light, and he said with conviction. "Although Junior Disciple Sister Bixiao's cultivation is slightly weaker." "Her methods... cough, her methods are heaven-reaching!" "She will definitely win this match, you must let her go!" Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Ci Hang with some bewilderment. "What's wrong with this child?" "Before, disciples of the Chan and Jie Sects would fight whenever they met." "Why is Ci Hang speaking so favorably for Bixiao today?" "Could it be that the Magic Fairy Stick changed his disposition, making him more united and friendly?" "Hmm, this is a good thing. Harmony among the three teachings pleases my heart." Thinking this, Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly. Sect Master Tongtian saw that his elder brother had no objections. He was naturally happy to let his disciple gain some exposure, so he nodded in agreement. "Alright, Bixiao, you will represent us in this match!" Bixiao cheered and transformed into a streak of green light, landing on the arena. She held the "100% Guaranteed Empty-Handed Weapon Catching · Holy Sword". She sized up Dizang opposite her, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Hey, you there, the one called Dizang." Bixiao kindly reminded him. "Before we start, I want to ask you something." Dizang was taken aback and politely said. "Please ask, Senior Sister." Bixiao blinked her eyes.

"Is your Dao Heart... stable?"

"If your Dao Heart is too fragile,"

"I suggest you just admit defeat."

"So you don't end up crying later."

Hearing this, Dizang frowned slightly, feeling displeased.

Debating Dao and fighting relies on divine abilities and magical powers, what does it have to do with one's Dao Heart?

"Senior Sister is joking."

Dizang clasped his hands together, his tone firm.

"This Humble Daoist cultivates the wondrous Dharma of the West, my heart is like a rock, unmoved by the eight winds."

"Senior Sister, please make your move."

Bixiao chuckled.

"Good, you said it yourself!"

"Then don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Please!"

Dizang said no more, golden light erupting all over his body.

Behind him, a colossal Dharma form of a golden body faintly appeared.

Buddhist chants echoed, exuding astonishing might.

He unleashed his full power from the start, intending to end the fight quickly.

To show the Eastern cultivators the power of the Western Dharma.

On the high platform, Daoist Zhun Ti stroked his beard and smiled.

He said to Jie Yin beside him.

"Brother, Dizang's Sixteen-Foot Golden Body has gained some true transmission."

"This Bixiao has only just entered the Golden Immortal stage, I fear she cannot withstand this strike."

"This match is secured."

Jie Yin also nodded slightly, a smile on his face.

However, just as the boundless Buddhist light was about to engulf Bixiao.

Bixiao neither dodged nor evaded, not even activating her protective divine light.

She simply took a deep breath and raised the long sword in her hand.

Facing the aggressively advancing Dizang.

She cried out with tears streaming down her face, a heart-wrenching shout of that classic line.

"Unfilial Son!!!"

"Your father's heart aches!!!"

This single shout instantly drowned out the myriad Buddhist chants.

The next moment, Daoist Dizang, who had been radiating imposing might, suddenly froze.

The boundless Buddhist light instantly dissipated, and the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body shattered.

Under the astonished gazes of the Two Sages of the West.

Dizang ignored the spatial distance and instantly appeared before Bixiao.

Plop!

He knelt on both knees, his posture so standard it was heartbreaking.

Clasping his hands together, he precisely trapped the long sword in Bixiao's hand.

Dizang remained kneeling, his hands clamping the sword.

He looked at Bixiao with a bewildered expression, his mind filled with question marks.

Who am I?

Why am I kneeling?

Where is my golden body?

The scene became utterly awkward.

The wind stopped, the clouds ceased.

Daoist Zhun Ti's hand, stroking his beard, froze mid-air.

Daoist Jie Yin's face, already etched with suffering, grew even more so, a hint of blankness appearing.

"What... what kind of divine ability is this?"

Zhun Ti muttered to himself.

"Is this the Western bowing ritual?"

"No, that's not right, I never taught them that!"

Just as the entire place fell into dead silence.

Suddenly, a burst of abrupt, excited shouts erupted from the Chan Sect's camp.

Daoist Ci Hang was seen leaping to his feet from his seat.

He waved his fists, his face flushed red, trembling with excitement.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it!"

"He knelt down, he actually knelt down!"

"So right, this is the feeling, this is the flavor!"

Ci Hang looked at Dizang, who was kneeling on the ground.

Tears of empathy flickered in his eyes.

It was the perverse ecstasy of someone who had been rained on finally seeing someone else without an umbrella.

"Junior Brother Dizang, Senior Brother understands you!"

"Senior Brother truly understands you, hahahaha!"

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