"Senior Brother,"
Zhunti slowly began, his voice no longer as lively and clever as before. Instead, it carried a weighty resolve and longing.
"The Daoist friends of the Sanqing have already taken that step.
They established great teachings, attained Primordial Chaos, gained recognition from Pangu's Legacy, and completely severed the shackles of their Karma with the Mystic Sect.
From this point on, the sea was vast enough for fish to leap, and the sky high enough for birds to fly! As the founder of a sect, they could enjoy Primordial Chaos freedom.
They could also openly educate the Primordial Wilderness, gather immeasurable Fortune and Great Merit, solidify their Dao foundations, and explore the higher Great Dao!
This is the path our Western Lands should and must take!"
Daoist Jieyin softly chanted a Buddhist invocation. His voice was distant and profound, as though it pierced Endless Space-Time, containing a deep love and compassion for the Western Lands.
Beneath the sorrow in his eyes lay rock-solid resolve and a trace of fervor:
"Amitabha. Junior Brother, your words are precisely what I have been thinking.
Teacher Hongjun's Dao and the Mystic Sect's methods may be a smooth road in the Eastern Lands, but in our Western Lands, they are ultimately ill-suited. The road ahead has already been cut off.
You and I experienced the predicament of Slaying Three Corpses ourselves. Its bitterness was not something outsiders could understand.
The Daoist friends of the Sanqing were able to break through this confusion and open up another Great Dao. They truly possessed great wisdom, great perseverance, and great Fortune.
If our Western Lands are to rise, we absolutely cannot follow in the footsteps of the Mystic Sect."
A sharp light surged in Zhunti's eyes, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand came to