A fierce wind howled over the ruins of Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
Qin Mu stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robes fluttering in the wind, his deep gaze resting on Haotian.
"Haotian, you've ruled a Heavenly Court here in the West for quite a few years now."
Qin Mu's tone was calm as he went straight to the point. "I originally left you in the West to divide the Western Teachings' Fortune and curb Jie Yin and Zhun Ti's expansion."
"But the situation has changed."
"In the battle at the Blood Sea, I destroyed Zhun Ti's Saint Body once, and more than half the Western Teachings' Fortune collapsed."
"The Two Sages of the West have thrown themselves in with the Dark Night Monarch of the Former Era and become his lapdogs. They don't even dare remain at their lair on Mount Sumeru. They can only flee to Xiqi Camp for their lives."
Qin Mu fixed Haotian with a piercing gaze. "They can no longer hold the lands of the West."
Haotian listened intently, nodding again and again.
He had seen the Two Sages of the West with his own eyes just now, looking like homeless dogs trembling through every waking moment. Naturally, he understood that the Western Teachings' days were numbered.
"Senior Brother, you mean..." Haotian ventured.
Qin Mu smiled faintly and put it plainly:
"What I mean is simple. The Primordial World doesn't need two Heavenly Courts."
"The Heavenly Court is the center that governs the order of the Primordial World. One in the East and one in the West, with their Fortune divided—what kind of order is that?"
"Pack up at once. Take everyone in the Western Heavenly Court and head to the Eastern Heavenly Court."
"Unite the Western Heavenly Court's Fortune completely with the Eastern