Torch Dragon stood in the center of the Dao Palace, a chill glinting in his divine eyes.
Houtu Earth Sovereign Goddess sat in one of the chairs around the circular seats, looking rather weary as she lightly closed her eyes.
Great Clarity Daoist's Three Corpses Severing Art was even more formidable than imagined.
To hold Great Clarity Daoist back, she had paid a price and suffered a severe loss of vital essence.
Not far away stood the two ancient Celestial Venerables, Daoist Jieyin and Zhunti Daoist.
Farther away stood a burly figure shrouded in azure divine light.
Daoist Jieyin wore yellow robes, held the Blessing Divine Pestle, and had his hair bound into twin topknots. His face was compassionate as he sighed softly.
"This time, I fear we failed to force out the trump cards of those three fellow Daoists. Instead, quite a few of us Divine Race Other Shore experts suffered losses in Daoxing!"
Zhunti Daoist wore green robes and slightly opened his eyes. He had painstakingly laid his plans and only with great difficulty succeeded in stealing that evil Dao Fruit, refining it into the Evil Venerable incarnation—only for it to be lost in the Celestial Realm. It truly pained him.
That Evil Venerable incarnation was of enormous use to him.
The future rise of the Western Religion would require it as well.
As the saying went, only because the bitter sea of mortal dust was so vast did an unsurpassed Pure Land become necessary, to ferry the ignorant and stubborn across.
And only because desires festered and rotted did Celestial Venerables descend to save the world.
Only when demons danced in wild chaos could they use the opportunity to gather destiny.
Hearing this, Torch Dragon glanced at Daoist Jieyin.
The Western Religion was not the only one