During the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, more than half of their Chan Sect's Twelve Saints had fallen. Now, with the Western Lands' Conversion to Buddhism, the remaining Chan Sect disciples had been poached as well.
At present, only one or two disciples in the Chan Sect were worth showing off. To say that the sect existed in name alone was no exaggeration.
"As Heavenly Dao Saints, we are all eternal and indestructible. Our disciples are merely pieces on our board. As long as you remain, your Chan Sect remains. Why worry that it will never have a chance to rise again?"
Heavenly Venerable Virtue frowned slightly, but still spoke in a deep voice.
At first hearing, there seemed to be nothing wrong with his words. Yet closer consideration revealed plenty of problems.
After all, following these successive calamities, the Primordial World was no longer what it had once been. Creatures with profound origins had already been divided up among the various factions. Finding suitable disciples again would be far from easy.
Besides, even if their Chan Sect truly found suitable disciples in the future, after being schemed against so thoroughly by the Two Western Saints, Primordial Heavenly Venerable had lost every last shred of face. How could he have the face to take disciples?
At that moment, Primordial Heavenly Venerable shook his head and looked up at the Two Western Saints, his gaze filled with boundless hatred.
"Senior Brother, say no more. My mind is made up. Today, I will reset earth, heaven, wind, and fire, and make their Western Lands share my Chan Sect's grave!"
Primordial Heavenly Venerable's voice was icy and utterly emotionless, yet his words echoed like thunder throughout the Primordial World, filling countless creatures with terror.
Even the Heavenly Saints frowned upon hearing this, inwardly