With a wave of his hand, Wutian swept every Bodhisattva and Buddha on Spirit Mountain into his palm.
"One day, you will see an entirely different Spirit Mountain take shape in my hands."
Wutian gazed down at his palm and murmured to himself.
In truth, Wutian had never thought much of the strength of these Bodhisattvas and Buddhas on Spirit Mountain.
After all, Buddha Tathagata alone could wipe them all out, let alone Wutian, who had now forced Buddha Tathagata to reincarnate.
With the Sages staying out of worldly affairs, and Hongjun and his old adversary in seclusion in the Purple Cloud Palace, Wutian could well be called the strongest being in the entire Primordial World!
Yet Wutian could not help frowning as he looked at Spirit Mountain, now empty of everyone but himself.
What he wanted was a Spirit Mountain entirely unlike the one under Buddha Tathagata's rule, not a Spirit Mountain where he stood alone.
The Bodhisattvas and Buddhas currently on Spirit Mountain all had agendas of their own and would not obey Wutian's orders.
That was why Wutian had gathered them all into his palm.
Still, he now needed plenty of subordinates to fill the vacancies on Spirit Mountain.
But Wutian was not entirely unprepared for this.
Long before returning to the Primordial World this time, Wutian had already made extensive preparations.
"What comes next will depend on those demons."
At the mention of those demons, Wutian could not help snorting coldly.
To be honest, neither Wutian nor Jinnaluo had a favorable opinion of the Demon Tribe.
But Wutian had long since fallen into the Devil Dao.
Aside from those demons, Wutian simply had no way to find anyone else who could serve under him.
For now, those demons were his only suitable candidates.
Wutian sighed and