A sliver of hope ultimately only offered hope; it did not guarantee a comeback from desperate straits.
Judging by the original course of events, it would be difficult to do better than the Two Saints of the West when it came to developing the West.
Unfortunately, Jieyin and Zhunti had not truly resolved the West's problems either.
Because so-called greater trends had never arisen from nothing.
They had to rely on what already existed, gradually deducing and evolving from the foundations of reality.
Yet the West's incompleteness was irreversible damage left behind by the Demon Dao War.
If they confined their sights to the Primordial Wilderness alone, the West could never recover, no matter how it developed.
To make up for it, they had to introduce resources from outside.
They had to use new power to fill the already damaged Heaven and Earth.
No matter how one looked at it, Bei Ming had publicly slapped the Three Pure Ones across the face this time.
In the identity of Wen Zu, he had announced to Heaven and Earth that the gates were open.
Compared with the Three Pure Ones' tacit understanding and their one-size-fits-all approach of cutting off East and West, this move was more in line with the greater righteousness recognized by all beings of the Primordial Wilderness.
The matter of Asura City was settled at last.
The space above the West distorted slightly.
Bei Ming's figure moved gently, passing through layer after layer of space before returning to Great Void Palace.
Under the protection of the Asura Race, Lei Li led a group of Literary Sect disciples and believers deeper into the West to continue preaching.
On the other side, Jieyin and Zhunti returned to Mount Sumeru with the scattered followers of the Western Religion.
The disciples of the