The startled ancestral kings descended the mountain amid a chaotic clamor.
Along the way, they still had to send word to the upper ranks of the ancient clans, informing them of the upheaval in the Western Desert.
But a Saint King possessed vast divine abilities and heaven-reaching mana. With a single somersault, he could travel a hundred and eight thousand li, and he would very likely reach the Eastern Wasteland before the major supreme races received the news.
"Hmph, at least you know what's good for you."
"These ancient creatures are all scaly, armored, damp-born, and egg-hatched. They have turned my Sumeru Ancestral Court into a stinking, filthy mess."
"If you do not leave now, this old monk will have no choice but to personally send you on your way."
Maha Ancient Buddha snorted coldly, and a mysterious Buddhist weapon appeared in his right hand.
It was shaped like a pestle, suffused with a purple-gold radiance, its aura shocking through the ages.
It was an imperial Buddhist weapon personally forged by Great Emperor Amitabha in ages past, using the supreme immortal material known as Purple-Gold Divine Iron, steeped in the power of countless merits for endless years.
—The Purple-Gold Demon-Subduing Pestle!
(Some of the leftover scraps from the imperial weapon had been forged by Buddhist Bodhisattvas into a Changsheng Lock. In later generations, a great Buddhist master gave it to the Central Emperor, Xiang Yufei, to suppress himself, only for it to be obtained by Duan De while digging graves.
After the Central Emperor emerged from his divine source, he reclaimed it.)
Ever since Victorious Fighting Buddha ascended Sumeru, this Buddhist imperial weapon had remained under his control.
Unexpectedly, Victorious Fighting Buddha had also left this supreme treasure to Maha Ancient Buddha. It seemed the latter had truly been completely