"This little dragon dares ask the Saint: what must this little dragon do in the Western Teachings?" He forced out a fawning smile, drawing laughter from everyone.
Zhunti pointed at the golden pillar in the hall and smiled. "Look at this pillar. Don't you think it lacks some ornamentation and is far too plain?"
The West Sea Dragon King understood at once. He immediately flew up and coiled around the pillar, transforming into a golden dragon.
After adjusting his posture several times, he carefully asked, "Which pose does the Saint prefer?"
Zhunti tossed out a string of Buddhist beads, and the West Sea Dragon King caught them in his mouth.
Lu Tian could not help laughing at the sight.
He had thought the coiled dragon pillar of Spirit Mountain in later generations had been made by Duobao Tathagata. He had not expected it to be his own master's bizarre hobby.
Using a true dragon at the level of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal to coil around a pillar—was his master showing off his assets?
Within Biyou Palace on Golden Ao Island, the Three Pure Ones gathered once more.
The brothers who had once been as close as hands and feet now sat facing one another, yet their former intimacy was gone.
The three used divine arts to take in the entire battle between Quasi-Saints in the west. In particular, Lu Tian's subjugation of Ying Long and his direct attempt to recruit him were seen with perfect clarity.
When the image faded, the hall fell silent.
Dao De Tianzun broke the silence and said in a deep voice, "That junior who once tried every possible means to enter our sect has now become capable of standing against us as an equal."
Though those words were somewhat exaggerated, they contained some truth.