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Xiniuhezhou, Mount Sumeru.

If Mount Sumeru was once a ruin, then the current Mount Sumeru can be described as nothing short of "hell on earth."

The ruins of the main hall were overgrown with black weeds contaminated by demonic energy, and a lingering stench permeated the air.

The Taoist Zhunti sat cross-legged on a broken stone slab and slowly opened his eyes.

His face was paler than a dead man's. Although the cracks in his sacred body were slowly healing, the deep-seated depletion of his vital essence had left him extremely weak.

As soon as he awoke, the guide appeared like a ghost from the corner, recounting in a hoarse voice everything that had happened during his unconsciousness.

From Kui Mulang being stripped naked and beaten, to the Heavenly Court being extorted for four million, and then to the entire Baoxiang Kingdom being annexed by the Shang Dynasty, the fortune of Journey to the West was once again severely bitten by the Pangu Palace.

Each and every incident was like a poisoned knife, stabbing viciously into Zhunti's already broken and fragile heart.

After listening, Zhunti did not fly into a rage as usual, nor did he roar hysterically.

He just sat there quietly, his eyes vacant, radiating an aura of death.

Lost.

We lost completely.

Whether it's intrigue or open schemes, they all seem so ridiculous and powerless in the face of Pangu Palace's unreasonable and unpredictable rogue tactics.

"Junior brother, let it go."

Seeing his state, the Guide felt a pang of pity and said wearily, "The Western Sect can no longer afford to cause trouble. We cannot defeat them. Let's wait. When the Journey to the West ends and the promised fortune descends, we will still have a chance to catch our breath."

"wait?"

Zhunti slowly raised his head, and a near-mad flame ignited in his bloodshot eyes.

"Senior brother, haven't you figured it out yet? If we keep waiting like this, the destiny will never arrive, and the very roots of our Western Sect will be uprooted!"

"That expedition team isn't here to seek knowledge! They're here to rob! To seize territory! Every place they pass through seizes territory, severing a link in our karma, while boosting their fortune. When they reach the foot of Mount Ling, what will we have to offer for prosperity? This land of ruins?"

Jieyin was speechless when asked the question and could only sigh deeply.

Zhunti suddenly stood up, his amputated right arm trembling violently with excitement.

"No! This absolutely cannot continue!"

"Openly, it won't work; covertly, it won't work either, because the people we send out aren't up to the task!"

His eyes gleamed with a desperate resolve, "Ordinary demons and monsters are nothing more than appetizers to those brats in the Pangu Palace. To cause them real trouble, or even wipe them out, we must use absolute power, with magical treasures they cannot resist, to set up a deadly trap!"

"But...where do we find manpower? Where do we find magic weapons?" Jieyin said bitterly.

Just because we don't have it doesn't mean others don't!

A sinister smile appeared on Zhunti's face.

A crazy idea took shape in his mind.

He thought of someone.

An old acquaintance whose strength is unfathomable, who possesses countless treasures, and who has also been severely humiliated by Lin Xuan, and who also dislikes the Pangu Palace.

The foremost of the Three Pure Ones is Laozi, the Supreme Pure One!

Although Lao Tzu advocated non-action, in the battle of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, he was interrupted by Lin Xuan's strange musical supernatural power, causing him to vomit blood in front of all the spirits of the primordial world, losing face completely.

Moreover, the rise of the Pangu Temple and the dominance of the human way also threatened the foundation of the other sects.

Everyone's goal is actually the same!

"Senior brother, do you still remember that there were two attendants under the tutelage of Taiqing Laozi who guarded the alchemy furnace?" Zhunti's voice became deep and seductive.

The guide's one eye suddenly lit up: "Golden Horn and Silver Horn?"

"That's right!" Zhunti nodded, his eyes blazing with even greater madness. "Those two boys, though their cultivation is mediocre, possess several of Laozi's top-grade innate spiritual treasures! The Purple-Gold Red Gourd, the Jade Purification Bottle, the Seven-Star Sword, the Banana Leaf Fan, the Golden Rope... Any one of them would be enough to render a Great Luo Golden Immortal helpless!"

"If...we could persuade Laozi to send one of his attendants to the mortal realm with these five treasures to lay a trap along the inevitable route on the journey to the west, do you think that monkey and that pig demon would have any chance of survival?"

The guide's heart suddenly began to pound wildly.

This plan is insane!

This is no longer a simple setup of a calamity; it's a clear attempt to kill, to use the supreme treasure of a sage to crush a group of juniors!

"But...would Laozi agree?" Jieyin was still somewhat hesitant.

"He will!" Zhunti said with absolute certainty. "He hasn't acted yet only because he can't bring himself to do it as a sage. But if we give him a way out, presenting this as an internal rebuke to the arrogance of the Pangu Palace within the Daoist sect, he will definitely be happy to see it happen!"

"This is our last chance!"

In Zhunti's eyes, a gambler's bloodlust had already ignited.

Without further hesitation, he suddenly pulled out a purple jade talisman from his bosom, which was covered in cracks and exuded an ancient, primordial aura.

This was a one-time emergency communication jade talisman bestowed upon these saints by Hongjun when he preached in Zixiao Palace. It could directly contact the Daoist temples of other saints.

He poured the last trace of his saintly essence into the jade talisman!

"Snap!"

The jade talisman shattered upon impact, transforming into a barely perceptible beam of purple light that instantly pierced through the void and shot towards the Eight Views Palace of Shouyang Mountain, thirty-three heavens away.

After doing all this, Zhunti seemed to have all his strength drained away. He collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, but his eyes were filled with a morbid expectation.

"Senior brother, this time, I will borrow a sage's treasure to set up an impenetrable iron wall!"

"I wonder how Lin Xuan and his monkey will get across this flat-topped mountain!"