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Thirty-three heavens away, Zixiao Palace.

This place, which once represented the supreme authority of the primordial world, now had an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

In the center of the main hall, Jieyin and Zhunti knelt on the cold floor tiles, weeping like two shrewish women who had lost their fathers.

"Dao Ancestor! You must avenge us!"

With his only remaining left hand, Zhunti gripped the floor tiles tightly, his bitter face streaked with snot and tears as he wailed miserably, "My Western Sect's three thousand elite warriors have all been consigned to the Investiture of the Gods by that beast Lin Xuan! The golden dragon of fortune for Mount Sumeru has been severed! Our Western Sect is utterly extinct!"

Jieyin was also crying and trembling all over, with golden blood seeping from his empty left eye socket, which looked extremely eerie.

"Dao Ancestor, my fellow disciple and I have devoted ourselves entirely to the grand plan of Heaven. Now that we've come to this, if you don't care about us, we might as well just smash our heads against a pillar in Zixiao Palace and die!"

Sitting on the high platform, Dao Ancestor Hongjun looked at these two extremely shameless good-for-nothings and his eyebrows twitched with anger.

Run someone over? If you guys actually dare to run someone over, I'll have to thank you!

Hongjun cursed inwardly, but on the surface he still had to maintain the aloofness of the Dao Ancestor.

He knew very well that Lin Xuan had completely ruined the Investiture of the Gods calamity. The Jie Sect not only didn't decline, but its fortunes soared due to Lin Xuan's intervention. The Chan Sect suffered heavy losses, and the Western Sect went bankrupt.

The current situation in the primordial world has completely deviated from the script he set. The brutes of the Pangu Palace, along with the support of the underground and human paths, have become a behemoth capable of threatening the operation of the Heavenly Dao.

If Western religions were to completely perish, the balance of the universe would collapse instantly.

"Alright! Shut up!"

Hongjun waved his sleeve in extreme annoyance, and an extremely terrifying pressure from the Heavenly Dao instantly forced the two of them to the ground, silencing even their cries.

"Wailing and sobbing, what kind of decorum is this! You are supposed to be Heavenly Saints, don't you even have this much self-control?"

Zhunti raised his head, looking extremely aggrieved: "Dao Ancestor, it's not that we lack self-control, it's just that Lin Xuan is bullying us too much. We can't even find a single disciple to guard the gate now..."

Hongjun took a deep breath. He knew that if he wanted these two good-for-nothings to continue being used as pawns, he had to offer them a sufficiently large reward.

His emotionless eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice echoed icy coldly within the Zixiao Palace.

"Although the Investiture of the Gods was lost, the general trend of Heaven cannot be reversed."

"Your Western religions have suffered heavy losses this time, and Heaven will naturally provide some compensation."

Upon hearing the word "compensation," Jieyin and Zhunti's eyes lit up instantly, and they no longer felt the pain from their injuries.

"May I ask the Ancestor, how can we make amends?" Zhunti asked with extreme urgency.

Hongjun gently tapped the fragment of the Creation Jade Disc with his fingers, and uttered four words in a very deep voice: "Great Prosperity in the West."

boom!

These four words were like a heavy hammer blow, striking Jieyin and Zhunti's hearts hard, making them tremble with excitement instantly.

"The next great eon will be the eon of the eastward transmission of Buddhism and its westward journey."

Hongjun began to paint a rosy picture with practiced ease: "At that time, the Heavenly Dao's fortune will tilt entirely towards the West. You only need to follow the will of Heaven, arrange for the pilgrims to undergo eighty-one tribulations, and bring Mahayana Buddhism to the East. After the mission is accomplished, the Western religion will surely flourish, its fortune surpassing that of the Three Pure Ones, becoming the greatest religion in the primordial world!"

"Not only that, the Heavenly Court will cooperate with you to advance this calamity. As for the Underworld and the Human Realm, I will use the merit accumulated over countless eons to influence cause and effect, leaving you with a loophole to operate in. Whether you can absorb this merit depends on your own abilities."

Jieyin and Zhunti's eyes lit up with envy, and they were practically drooling.

The West is flourishing! Surpassing the Three Pure Ones!

This is something they could never have dreamed of!

"Thank you, Dao Ancestor! Thank you for your great grace, Dao Ancestor!" The two men kowtowed wildly on the ground with great excitement, making the floor tiles of Zixiao Palace bang loudly.

The previous despair and breakdown were completely healed by this super pie at this moment.

Zhunti rubbed his only remaining left hand together excitedly, his eyes darting around: "Dao Ancestor, what about Lin Xuan...?"

"Hmph!" Hongjun snorted coldly. "The Journey to the West Calamity is an inevitable trend of Heaven. Even Lin Xuan cannot easily stop it! If he dares to interfere, he will be going against Heaven, and I will have my own ways to deal with him!"

"What you all need to do now is to return to Mount Sumeru, recuperate from your injuries, and reflect on your mistakes in seclusion. Await the start of the next great kalpa!"

"Yes! I will obey the Daoist Ancestor's decree!"

Jieyin and Zhunti, overjoyed at finding such a treasure, withdrew from Zixiao Palace with utmost respect.

After stepping out the door, the two exchanged a glance, and their previously lifeless eyes were once again ignited with an extremely crazy ambition.

"Senior brother, did you hear that? The West is flourishing! We still have a chance!" Zhunti said excitedly.

Jieyin nodded repeatedly: "That's right! As long as we survive until the next great calamity, we can repay Lin Xuan tenfold, a hundredfold, for the humiliation we suffered today!"

With incredibly beautiful fantasies in their hearts, the two limped along, full of hope, and flew towards Mount Sumeru.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun watched their departing figures, a deep shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes.

The promises have been made, and the script for Journey to the West has been arranged.

But when Hongjun thought of Lin Xuan, who was unpredictable and unpredictable, and the group of extremely protective lunatics in the Pangu Palace, he felt uncertain.

"Lin Xuan..."

Hongjun rubbed his temples with a terrible headache, looking at the Journey to the West route map that had just been deduced on the Jade Disc of Creation, and muttered to himself.

"I hope you won't try to overturn the table for me this time..."