If this was handled poorly, Tongtian and Yuanshi, with their tempers, would surely tear Mount Sumeru apart!
The Supreme Pure Saint would not even get a chance to act.
Jieyin gave a dry cough.
The cough was short and muffled, breaking the stalemate beside the pool.
His already gaunt, sorrowful face grew even more woeful. The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and his lips pressed tightly together, making him look like a well-meaning man who had been misunderstood.
Jieyin pressed his palms together, his voice filled with helplessness. "You have misunderstood us. My junior brother and I have no intention of calling anyone to account."
He raised his hand and waved it gently, and the golden waters of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool suddenly stopped flowing.
The pool's surface became as still as a mirror, then began to display an image—a panoramic view of the Western Ox-He Continent.
From the oasis bordering Mount Sumeru's pure land to the pitch-black desert corrupted by demonic energy, every inch of land in the image was clearly visible.
Jieyin extended a gaunt finger and pointed at the small patch of surviving greenery on the outskirts of Mount Sumeru. Surrounded by blackened earth, that patch of green resembled a lone island.
"Please look." Jieyin's voice was hoarse and heavy. "The entire Western Ox-He Continent has been corrupted by demonic energy. My junior brother and I have spent countless kalpas on it, yet we can only suppress the demonic energy deep underground. We cannot eradicate it. After countless years of corruption, this land is diseased to its very marrow. Though my junior brother and I possess the power of Sages, we lack mastery over creation. We can suppress it, but cannot purify it. We can seal it, but cannot repair the damage."
He paused, then