Red Cloud, Di Jun, Taiyi, and the others all looked at him curiously upon hearing this.
Wu Chu laughed heartily. "Come, come, drink! Let us celebrate those juniors!"
"..."
Di Jun and Taiyi were somewhat baffled.
Red Cloud, on the other hand, seemed to understand. After all, his Dao of Benevolence was a branch he had comprehended from the Literary Dao. He knew full well that the more prosperous the Dao of Benevolence became, the greater the benefit to the Literary Dao.
He guessed that the juniors must have sparked something through their debate with the Western Religion on the Western Land, allowing certain paths within the Literary Dao to grow.
If that was the case, it truly was worth celebrating.
Thus, he raised his cup and rejoiced for Wu Chu.
At this moment, atop an unnamed mountain outside Thunderclap City, Kasyapa pressed his palms together and shook his head. "What you say does make some sense, Fellow Daoist, but it still cannot solve the problem at its source. Sentient beings still have desires; where there are desires, there will be conflict; where there is conflict, there will be chaos... In that case, where is the Pure Land?"
"The Pure Land?" Huanglong sneered. "When all races flourish and every Dao prospers, when the young are cared for and the elderly provided for, when everyone is like a gentleman, striving tirelessly for self-improvement and unmatched in benevolence and righteousness—that is the Pure Land. As for the Pure Land you speak of, it is merely what your hearts desire. If we do not put it into action and merely indulge in empty fantasies every day, then in the end, all things will be illusory. What benefit would that bring to sentient beings?"
As soon as Huanglong finished, Ran Deng stepped forward