A worn-out heart, a trembling hand.
The Western Teachings now held only four tenths of the Primordial World's religious fortune. The Mystic Gate held five tenths, while the remaining tenth had fallen into the hands of the Demon Sect. That was nothing to worry about.
"Farewell, Fellow Daoist Jieyin!"
"If Zhunti should meet with misfortune and perish, be sure to invite me and the Mystic Gate disciples to the Western Spirit Mountain for the funeral feast. Don't you dare sneak Zhunti off to be buried without telling us!"
The Primordial Heavenly Venerate spoke to Saint Jieyin with a mild expression.
His words, however, struck at the heart.
At that, Saint Jieyin gave another cold snort. "The wheel of fortune turns. The Primordial World does not belong to the Mystic Gate alone. Once the Journey to the West Tribulation ends, your Mystic Gate will fall apart and be destroyed."
"Buddhas, let's go!"
His voice was cold, brimming with killing intent.
Saint Jieyin carried Zhunti. The Future Buddha Bai Ze and Guanyin Buddha followed at his side. They gave everyone present a deep look, then drifted away on Buddhist-path clouds.
They left quietly, without taking a single cloud with them!
At the central plaza.
Tang Sanzang let out a sigh of relief and said slowly, "Thank goodness Saint Jieyin admitted defeat. Otherwise, who knows what trouble might crop up in the next two contests? It would be bad if I got caught up in it."
His words earned him eye rolls from Huanglong and Bajie.
"Master, try to be braver. Look at you, cowering like that."
"But Zhunti Buddha Mother is now gravely wounded and unconscious, and she's fallen back into the Devil Dao to rule over the Demon Buddha Qiankun. If she wants to recover quickly, her only option is to