At the peak of the void.
Saint Zhunti wore a compassionate expression, but a fierce glint lurked in his eyes. He slowly said, "With the fortunes of our sects as the stakes, we'll fight three battles of magic in Chechi Kingdom. This is the great trend of the Primordial Wilderness—even I, a Buddha, have no choice but to take part."
"Dao Ancestor Hongjun's scheme was truly well laid."
"What's the matter? Aren't you going to pay your respects to me? After all, the Western Teachings and the Mystic Gate have now split apart. Dao Ancestor Hongjun and I are equals, and even the Three Pure Ones would have to call me senior if they came here. Are the Mystic Gate's disciples really all so ill-mannered?"
The solemn Dao Sound echoed across heaven and earth.
Saint Zhunti's expression grew increasingly arrogant. He looked down his nose at Grand Master Xuandu, Guiguzi, and Shen Gongbao, while the surging rules of the Buddhist Path stirred up boundless waves.
Below, Tang Sanzang and his disciples, along with the three Imperial Advisors, were already gaping in stunned silence.
"Saint Zhunti, you've gotten carried away!"
"You dare call yourself an ancestor and a Buddha in my presence, and even regard the Three Pure Ones as juniors. I've never seen anyone so shameless and reckless. Today, at last, I have."
"Tell me, do you think I can lift my blade?"
Guiguzi spoke slowly. His calm voice carried an unquestionable killing intent. Boundless rules gathered in his hand as the Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Sky-Turning Seal, suppressed space and chaos. In his left hand, he held a blood-red saber.
This saber had once been Ancestor of Soldiers Chi You's Natal Supreme Treasure. But after he and Guiguzi had hit it off while discussing the Way of Soldiers