Inside Zixiao Palace, the silence was terrifying.
Jieyin lowered his head, his bitter face almost crumpling into a knot.
Such an expression had become exceedingly rare since he attained the Dao Fruit of Amitabha.
Today, however, the state of the Buddhist School had clearly left even this so-called hunyuan limitless daluo golden immortal steeped in misery.
And so, the Jieyin of old, who knew only how to complain and tattle, seemed to have returned.
He spoke the truth, but it was also the most helpless of fig leaves.
The Buddhist School appeared grand now, but it was hollow within.
Most of the unaffiliated cultivators who had flocked to it sought the protection of hunyuan wuji. When it came to their understanding of Buddhist dharma, they could not even compare to an outer sect disciple's grasp of the Interception Sect's teachings.
The difference between them was that of clouds and mud!
Worse still, Gu Changqing was drinking and cutting through heavenly prisons over there, while Jieyin and Zhunti could only eat dirt in the Western World.
Their fortune was barren, their blessings meager!
Most of their disciples were merely "coasting along, waiting to die."
Who could look at such a contrast without feeling a chill in their heart?
Laozi snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and sat down.
"Ultimately, your methods aren't ruthless enough."
Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi chimed in from beside him.
"Senior Brother is absolutely right."
"Jieyin, your Buddhist School places great importance on affinity, yet every living being's affinity now lies with the Interception Sect's Golden Ao Island."
"If this continues, the Primordial World may know only the Wine Sword Immortal, and forget the Dao Ancestor."
Those words struck Hongjun right in his sore spot.
Hongjun lowered his eyelids, the aura around him flickering between light and darkness.
In truth,