A Sense of Sainthood, the West's Greatest Trump Card
Baize spoke expressionlessly, his voice cold, as if there was no hope in sight.
"No way, is it really as serious as you say?" Jimeng asked anxiously, already somewhat convinced.
This is the current situation: the entire demon race has been scattered and broken up; even powerful beings like Nuwa Kunpeng have disappeared without a trace, leaving them in disarray.
"Whether we give up or not is another matter, but we can't give up!" Baize said firmly.
Then, he took a step into the air and fled into the distance, with Jimeng following closely behind.
In a mountain range in the southern part of the Primordial World, a woman in palace attire sat gracefully on the mountainside, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her expression as serene as distant mountains, her slender hands as smooth and round as white scallions.
She made hand seals, and the celestial mechanisms began to operate, revealing the workings of the Dao.
"Where exactly is my chance to become a saint?" Nuwa was anxious, pondering day and night, searching for her own opportunity to achieve sainthood.
The current crisis facing the demon race can only be resolved by achieving sainthood. Even severing the three corpses is insufficient; they still have no chance of victory against the Ancestral Witch's formation.
Since the demon race suffered a great defeat, she has been wandering the Primordial World and unknowingly arrived in the south.
The mountain range where she was in seclusion belonged to the Nanming Volcano, a place where the fire raged year-round, and ordinary creatures were not allowed to approach. It was the place where Yuanfeng, the former leader of the Phoenix Clan, fell.
Atop Nuwa's Nuwa, amidst the auspicious Auspicious Cloud, a serpentine phantom seemed to coil around her, its Daoist aura faint yet present, already showing signs of Primordial Origin, though not yet fully formed.
"The Witch Clan has already begun its operations in the West and south!"
Nuwa chanted incantations, her white jade arms waving in the air, outlining divine characters, drawing upon spiritual energy, and deducing the secrets of heaven. She already knew about the great battle taking place on Western Mount Sumeru.
Although Jieyin and Zhunti were not weak, they were absolutely no match for the Witch Clan's attack, and their fall was only a matter of time.
She was getting anxious; if things continued like this, the demon race would have absolutely no chance of turning the tide.
Nuwa was both anxious and furious. She had a premonition, but she just couldn't unravel the final mystery.
With this thought, Nuwa rose up, stepped out of the mountains, and toured the world, calming her restless emotions considerably.
She walked step by step on the earth, feeling its warmth and natural fragrance.
Along the way, the Jade Rabbit hopped and leaped, the spirit tortoise exhaled, and golden scales leaped in the water. Everywhere one could see auspicious vapors rising, misty clouds, and purple aura piercing the rainbow.
Seeing this, Nuwa gradually emptied her mind, and the Primordial Violet Qi within her body became increasingly integrated with her primordial spirit.
"I seem to sense the opportunity to achieve sainthood..."
Nuwa gazed at the endless, vast earth and suddenly realized that her chance to become a saint was not far off.
Mount Yujing.
Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian awoke from their healing process. The Dao injuries they sustained in the last great battle with the Ancestral Witch had not yet fully healed.
"The Ancestral Witch have gone to Mount Sumeru!" Laozi said calmly, his deep, weathered gaze fixed on the West.
"The Witch Clan is becoming increasingly reckless. Aren't they afraid of offending the powerful beings of the entire Primordial World?"
"It's a pity that Master is still at the Dao Integration stage, otherwise, how would the Witch Clan dare to be so arrogant!" Yuanshi said coldly, having temporarily put aside his thoughts of revenge.
Having witnessed the power of the Pangu Phantom, Yuanshi realized the reality: they were indeed no match for the Witch Clan at present.
"Let the Witch Clan do as they please for now. We must sever our three corpses as soon as possible, and perhaps even become saints!" Laozi glanced at it and then looked away.
Over the years, he examined himself and realized that too many of his thoughts were focused on competing with the Ancestral Witch, unaware that becoming a saint was their ultimate goal.
Once one achieves sainthood, the titles of Ancestral Witch or the Pangu Orthodox Lineage will all be meaningless.
"Brother is right, strength is the most important thing," Tongtian echoed.
It's no exaggeration to say that if he hadn't been constantly getting into trouble and fighting with his older brother, he would have even severed his three corpses.
"Hmm... We have been disciples of the Dao Ancestor for countless millennia, and it's about time we became saints."
Yuanshi nodded slightly and said casually, quite relaxed, that the Three Pure Ones were chosen by the Dao Ancestor and would become saints in the future.
For them, achieving sainthood shouldn't be too difficult.
Wuzhuang Temple.
"Zhenyuan, the Ancestral Witch have attacked the West! You'd better move out of the West right now!"
"It's not too late to act now, it will be too late if we wait!"
Upon learning that the Ancestral Witch had surrounded Mount Sumeru, Hong Yun immediately spoke to Zhenyuanzi.
"Move? Where to? If this continues, the entire Primordial World will be invaded by the Witch Clan, unless we move to the heavens!" Zhenyuanzi said with a solemn expression.
"The sky, you mean move it to the sun?" Hong Yun asked, suddenly realizing.
Upon hearing this, Zhenyuanzi immediately retorted angrily, "Get lost! Ginseng Fruit Tree were moved to the Sun Star, how could it possibly survive?"
"Then what do you suggest we do? Wait for the Ancestral Witch to come and uproot your Ginseng Fruit?" Hong Yun said, frowning. He had eaten quite a few Ginseng Fruit himself, so naturally he didn't want to see the fruit tree suffer.
"Let's wait and see. The Primordial World is boundless. I refuse to believe that the Witch Clan can traverse every corner!" Zhenyuanzi said defiantly, his face resolute, revealing his own thoughts.
"Alright, I'll listen to you. If the Witch Clan dares to touch the Ginseng Fruit Tree, they'll have to get over us first," Hong Yun said in a deep voice, seemingly having made a great decision.
"I'll step over you, I won't risk my life for a tree!" Zhenyuanzi retorted ruthlessly, speaking calmly.
"Let's see Jieyin and Zhunti first," Hong Yun said without arguing, gazing towards Mount Sumeru.
In the West, Mount Sumeru was radiant, its boundless power of faith surging forth, and a tremendous Daoist chant emanated from within the mountain.
The Jieyin manifests its Dharma form, radiating twelve-colored precious light that illuminates the entire Celestial Sphere and universally benefits all sentient beings.
The enormous Dharma body sat cross-legged on the mountaintop, with the eternal blue sky above its head. A halo above its head manifested Three Thousand Kingdoms, immeasurable divine power was bestowed upon it, and its hands formed mudras, protected by radiant light.
"Hmph! On Mount Sumeru, all authority over heaven and earth belongs to me!" the Jieyin Daoist said coldly.
Over countless years, Mount Sumeru has almost become a part of his body, receiving the worship and prostration of West beings, and is blessed by countless forces of faith.
This greatly increased his magical power, Jieyin confidence that he was the ruler of the Mount Sumeru region, possessing an invincible aura.
"Haha, are you out of your mind? How dare you spout such arrogant words at us?" Zhu Jiuyin laughed, adding the Law of Time to alter the order of the world Mount Sumeru.
Immediately, the remaining Ancestral Witch unleashed their most ferocious power, causing the entire Mount Sumeru to tremble as if it were about to collapse under the immense pressure!
"The power of belief empowers me!"
Jieyin a long roar, the Daoist voice spread and resounded in the hearts of countless beings in the West.
At this moment, golden light rained down from all corners of the Primordial World West, converging on Mount Sumeru and transforming this place into a supreme pure land, incomparably peaceful, filled with countless auspicious wisps, an truly astonishing sight.
"You dare to run wild in my West? Do you really think you're invincible?"
The Dharma Body, Jieyin the vast starry sea above, slowly opened its mouth, rebuking the Ancestral Witch with immense, unfathomable pressure!