The most lethal taunt was the one left unspoken.
The Two Sages of the West and Sect Master Tongtian wore grim expressions, but no matter how hard they tried, they could find no grounds to refute the Primordial Heavenly Venerate.
Survival of the fittest; only the strong survived.
That was the rule of the Primordial World. The powerful treated mortal lives like grass, while the weak struggled in a sea of suffering.
Which great cultivator who had attained the Dao hadn't forged their own path and Dao heart atop countless bones?
Yet at that very moment, the Primordial Heavenly Venerate had experienced an epiphany, breaking through to the Middle Heavenly Dao Saint realm.
The Mystic Gate's Second Senior Brother was truly terrifying.
"Senior Brother Yuanshi, everything comes down to fate!"
"Bodhi is not a tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand. Since nothing exists from the start, where can dust settle?"
"The Chan Sect follows the Heavenly Dao and explains the myriad things, but our Western Teachings must guide all living beings and spread the myriad laws of Buddhism."
"I am not wrong, and neither are the Western Teachings. The ones at fault are the Heaven and Earth Beings—and fate and karma!"
Saint Zhunti bathed in Buddha Light.
His face wore a look of compassion, his heart embracing the cosmos.
The three thousand Buddhist teachings shifted endlessly in the void, transforming into countless wondrous visions.
He'd grasped something—but not much.
Compared to the Primordial Heavenly Venerate, Saint Zhunti's comprehension was indeed lacking.
"The Great Dao is a struggle. I am but a drop in the ocean."
"Junior Brothers, take care of yourselves!"
The Primordial Heavenly Venerate glanced at Saint Zhunti, then raised his eyes toward Chentang Pass.
What a fine spectacle!
Inside the residence.
Nezha gripped the Dragon Sword