Far away in the west, in the sacred realm of Spirit Mountain.
Inside the Great Hero Hall, upon a Lotus Throne.
Saint Zhunti's tightly closed eyes snapped open.
Gone from his eyes were their usual compassion and sorrow for suffering. Only towering fury and an unconcealable alarm remained.
"Kong! Xuan!"
The two syllables burst through his clenched teeth, carrying a Sage's furious might.
Boom!
The whole of Spirit Mountain shook violently.
Above, golden clouds of merit churned without cease.
Countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats chanting scriptures felt their hearts grow unsettled. They all looked up toward the Great Hero Hall, not knowing what had happened.
Just now.
At the very instant Kong Xuan swept down that Five-Colored Divine Light.
The Sage imprints he had left within the Divine Souls of Randeng and the others had shattered together.
This meant that the dozens of Bodhisattvas he had sent to the Eastern Land, all pillars of the Western Teachings, had been wiped out at the same time.
Along with the many protective spiritual treasures he had bestowed upon them, along with the golden bodies and Dao Fruits they had cultivated through endless years, they had been utterly erased in an instant.
"Pfft!"
With his mind and spirit implicated, Saint Zhunti felt a sweetness rise in his throat. Unable to hold it back any longer, he spat out a mouthful of golden Sage Blood, staining the bodhi wood before him red.
Pain.
Such terrible pain.
This was no longer the pain of losing an arm. This was gouging the flesh from his heart, wrenching out his spine.
The Western Teachings were impoverished to begin with, their accumulated resources far inferior to those of the Three Pure Ones.
These dozens of Daluo Golden Immortal-level Bodhisattvas were the core followers he and his senior brother