Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Ling grass and wondrous flowers grew everywhere. Immortal birds and auspicious beasts wandered at ease, while an air of pure Daode drifted gently through the realm.
Inside the perfectly ordinary Palace bearing a plaque inscribed "Tusita Palace"—yes, perfectly ordinary—
Oneness elderly man in Daoist Robe sat before the Eight Trigrams Furnace with his eyes closed, as though he would remain there forever.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn worked their fans while stealing glances at the man opposite the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable.
That handsome man had come again.
Meng Chuan gazed quietly at the Eight Trigrams Furnace, as though it concealed some supreme secret.
His true body had arrived at Tusita Palace long ago. The Virtuous Heavenly Venerable's attitude was the same as ever.
Suddenly, Meng Chuan's eyes shifted. Golden Horn rose and looked down below.
"The Western Ox Continent again."
Golden Horn turned and bowed to the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable. "Great Master, aren't you going to intervene?"
"Let him be." The Virtuous Heavenly Venerable did not even open his eyes.
"W-why?" Silver Horn asked.
"Or would you two like to go down and beat the Demon Buddha to death?" Meng Chuan's voice rang out, full of ill intent.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn exchanged a look and shrank back into their seats. Forget it. Let him be.
"Heavenly Venerable, do you have any guidance for me?" Meng Chuan asked the old man.
"Let nature take its course," the old man said, still without opening his eyes.
Why won't you even look me in the eye?
Meng Chuan thought silently...
"Master, you've been staring at the Eight Trigrams Furnace. Do you want to climb in and be refined?" Silver Horn asked Meng Chuan "innocently."
Meng Chuan froze, then shot Silver Horn a vicious glare. "What do you