The Journey to the West Tribulation was nearing its end.
Mount Sumeru was filled with boundless demonic energy that stretched across the sky.
"So this is Demon Ancestor Luohu's dojo. It's truly magnificent. Those countless palaces floating halfway up Mount Sumeru must be the Western Demon Court, right?"
Tang Sanzang stood at the foot of Mount Sumeru and spoke to his four disciples beside him.
Several zhang away stood Demon Buddha Zhunti, Demon Lord Jieyin, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Blood Ancestor, the three Buddhas, and Young Emperor Lu Ya!
Earlier, Demon Buddha Zhunti had confidently promised to lead Tang Sanzang and his disciples to Mount Sumeru. It had taken them several dozen days to trudge all the way here from the mountain, battered by wind and dust.
Demon Lord Chonglou had slipped away long ago!
After all, this had nothing to do with him. Demon Buddha Zhunti was the one who'd made the boast!
"Not bad, I suppose!"
"But if we're talking about magnificence, nothing beats Immortal Emperor's Penglai Immortal Island or Dao Ancestor Hongjun's Zixiao Palace. Besides, Earth Ancestor Zhen Yuanzi rebuilt Mount Sumeru with the power of the Earth Dao. In principle, it belongs to my Hongmeng Immortal Palace and the Mystic Gate!"
"It was only because Immortal Emperor and Dao Ancestor took pity on him that they bestowed Mount Sumeru on Demon Ancestor Luohu as his dojo. Am I wrong, Old Pig?"
Zhu Bajie rubbed his belly and spoke with a look of contentment.
In just a few words, he'd made Demon Ancestor Luohu sound like a pitiful wretch.
At his words, Demon Buddha Zhunti and the others were speechless. Their faces showed emotions too complicated to describe, and anger rose in their hearts.
But no one dared attack Zhu Bajie!
Even though Zhu Bajie was merely an