If Bei Ming truly intended to use foreign affairs to revive the West,
then Jieyin had a decision to make as well.
The buddha was originally Dao. With a single thought, one became a buddha; with another, one fell into demonic ways. There was nothing he could not let go of.
Only the most crucial factor was missing.
An answer that could make him commit completely.
If this could be confirmed, Jieyin would go through fire and water without hesitation.
Outside Changbai Mountain
The mountain range stood majestic, spiritual energy churned, rosy clouds flickered atop the peaks, formations flowed, and its aura was unfathomable.
Jieyin happened to encounter Nüwa. He immediately pressed his palms together and politely saluted her.
"Senior Sister Nüwa, what a coincidence. you have come to visit Senior Beiming as well."
"Oh." Nüwa glanced at him from the corner of her eye and returned the greeting indifferently.
"This Seat is the Vice Sect Master of the Literary Sect. Is it not only natural for me to return to Changbai Mountain?"
"Indeed, indeed." Jieyin did not mind. Extending a hand, he said, "Senior Sister, after you."
At that moment, ripples spread through the void before the two Saints, and a spatial passage opened.
Bei Ming's voice came through. "You two, come in together."
Nüwa stepped forward and entered the spatial passage first, with Jieyin close behind.
The scene before them shifted, revealing the main hall of Great Void Palace.
Bei Ming stood in the hall. He and Nüwa were quite close, so they had long dispensed with empty formalities.
Jieyin did not press his palms together. Instead, he bowed deeply with clasped hands.
"Greetings, Senior Beiming."
"Why are you being so formal, Junior Brother?"
Bei Ming smiled faintly and flicked his sleeve robe, signaling for them to sit.