From drifting with the current at the beginning to becoming the chosen one in the end.
Daoist Duobao had completed a flawless transformation.
Apart from his cultivation being inferior to Dao Venerable Tongtian's, his standing and status already rivaled those of the master who had once taught him.
And he had long since forgotten everything about Jiejiao.
He took pride in being the Buddhist Sect's Buddha, painstakingly developing the sect to realize his path to attaining the Dao.
The successor Tongtian had painstakingly nurtured had twice made wedding robes for others, ultimately becoming the Buddha.
Whenever he thought of this, Dao Venerable Tongtian's heart bled.
The Two Western Saints and Laozi certainly deserved death, but Tathagata had to die as well.
His very existence was Jiejiao's greatest humiliation!
The Primordial Land.
The moment Buddha Tathagata died, the statues of his golden body in every temple throughout the Primordial World exploded.
Countless monks were stricken with fear.
Some tried to repair them, only to find that the repaired statues shattered on the spot.
With their faith collapsing, helpless despair rose in the heart of every Buddhist disciple.
Golden Cicada, who was flying back to Great Tang to impart the true scriptures, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood midway.
"What happened? How could it have shattered my Buddhist heart?"
Golden Cicada's face was deathly pale, filled with extreme unease.
"Hehe, Master, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Monkey flew over and looked him up and down.
"It's nothing. Keep going."
Golden Cicada could no longer concern himself with much else. His mission was almost complete.
Less than half a day later, they finally reached Chang'an in Great Tang.
Golden Cicada swept the city with his divine sense, and his expression changed in horror.
"I haven't seen Chang'an in decades. How did