Strange visions filled the sky, with auspicious signs everywhere.
The phantom of Dao Ancestor Hongjun looked down upon all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness, then finally faded away after a moment.
"You were actually a spy! Hahaha... The Two Sages of the West really are fools!"
Guanyin Bodhisattva laughed maniacally. The surrounding space twisted even more, and within the illusion, she seemed to be its sole master. She gazed at Daoist Duobao with disdain.
At the sight of this, Daoist Duobao's face turned a little pale, and he looked quite unwell.
He had cut off his Quasi-Saint Peak cultivation himself, leaving him with only Early-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation. The Buddha's topknot had vanished, and his kasaya had turned into a black Daoist robe. His expression was utterly calm.
"You're wrong!"
"The Two Sages of the West most likely knew my identity all along. Besides, although the Mahayana Buddhist Dharma I created could divide the destiny of the Western Teachings, its overall destiny increased by several tenths because of it."
"Even a three-year-old knows that a weasel visiting a henhouse has bad intentions. Do you really think the Two Sages of the West didn't know?"
Daoist Duobao spoke slowly. When he had first joined the Buddhist faith, he had indeed intended to sow chaos and throw the Western Teachings into disarray. But in the end, he had chosen to pursue the Great Dao, no longer caring about the Destiny Struggle.
Creating the Mahayana Buddhist Dharma and becoming Buddha Tathagata had been nothing more than a trial of cultivation for him.
"Two Sages, are you still not going to show yourselves?"
Daoist Duobao's robe billowed in the Gale Wind, yet he stood firm. He hadn't looked Guanyin Bodhisattva in the eye even once. He had decisively cut off his cultivation, severing all