Primordial Era: Starting by overwhelming the Sages, Hongjun was stunned!

Yuanshi continued:

"My two fellow Daoists, during the Investiture of the Gods, you and I broke the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation together."

"His four personal disciples were all listed on the Investiture of the Gods."

"His disciples all died at our hands."

"You think...he'll forget?"

"Do you think... he'll let this go?"

Both Jieyin and Zhunti turned pale.

Yuan Shi stared at them, his gaze chilling:

"If it really is Tongtian who intervenes, do you think... he would only save a monkey?"

"He will flatten Mount Ling!"

"He will wipe your Buddhist sect completely from the primordial world!"

"But he didn't."

"He simply saved the monkey and then vanished."

What does this mean?

Receiving silence.

Zhunti remained silent.

Yuanshi sneered:

"This shows he has ulterior motives."

"This shows he doesn't want to push things too far."

"This means... he's waiting."

"We'll wait for you to come."

"Wait until you... kneel before him."

Jieyin was startled.

Zhunti's face was ashen.

Kneel before Tongtian?

These two were the founders of the West and the masters of Buddhism.

Kneel before Tongtian?

But if it really is a move by a powerful being, what else can one do but kneel?

Yuanshi looked at them and said calmly:

"Fellow Daoists, this is all I have to say."

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Whether you go to Jin'ao Island or not is up to you.

"I have other matters to attend to, so I will not see you off."

The words fell.

He turned around.

As the celestial light of Jade Purity flowed, the figure slowly faded away.

They disappeared into the depths of Jade Void Palace.

Outside the palace gates.

Jieyin and Zhunti stood frozen in place.

Looking at the tightly closed palace gates.

His face was deathly pale, as if he had lost his parents.

a long time.

Zhunti opened his mouth, his voice hoarse:

"Senior brother, what... should we do?"

The guide closed his eyes.

Take a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was filled with determination:

"Let's go to Jin'ao Island."

Zhunti was startled:

"Senior brother! Are you really going to..."

The guide raised his hand to stop him:

"We absolutely have to go."

"If it's not Yuanshi, if it's not Laozi, then it's only Tongtian."

Zhunti's face was deathly pale:

"But senior brother, back then..."

Interrupting him:

"I know."

"That's why we should go even more."

"Whether you beg, kneel, or kowtow."

"As long as we can find Sun Wukong, as long as we can ensure the prosperity of Buddhism."

"I would accept it even if it cost me my old life."

Zhunti looked at his senior brother, at that compassionate and solemn face, and at the unprecedented determination on it.

A complex feeling welled up inside me that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I feel guilty.

There is a sense of sadness.

There was a hint of...unspeakable fear.

a long time.

He nodded slowly:

"it is good."

"Wherever my senior brother goes, I will go."

"Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, even if it's Jin'ao Island, I'll go with my senior brother."

She looked at him with admiration.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

The smile was bittersweet, yet it carried a sense of relief.

"Let's go."

The two words were uttered.

The two turned around.

His whole body was surrounded by a radiant aura.

They transformed into two streams of light, heading towards the depths of chaos.

Heading towards the direction of Jin'ao Island.

They sped away.

......

Jin'ao Island.

A solitary island floats silently.

There was no ethereal mist, no cascading waterfalls, no exotic flowers or rare herbs, and no flowing Taoist aura.

There is only one island.

A lonely island.

An island forgotten for countless years.

On the island, there are two or three thatched huts, with bamboo fences forming courtyards.

In the courtyard, a figure in a green robe sat cross-legged on a futon.

In front of him was a low table.

On the low table, there is a pot of wine and two cups.

He just sat there.

Looking out at the chaos beyond the island, at the ever-churning gray mist.

His gaze was calm and unwavering.

But what lies hidden beneath that calm?

no one knows.

Two beams of Buddhist light rushed towards us from the void.

To guide or lead.

Zhunti.

The two landed a hundred feet off the island and stood with their hands behind their backs.

Looking at that lonely island, looking at that thatched hut, looking at that figure in a green robe.

His face was deathly pale, as if he had lost his parents.

Zhunti's voice was hoarse:

"Senior brother, are we... really going in?"

The guide did not reply.

He simply gazed at the figure in the green robe, at the face he hadn't seen for countless years.

His face looked much older than when he was conferred the title of God.

But those eyes still shone with an astonishing brightness.

The brightness sent chills down his spine.

Take a deep breath.

Step out.

Stepping onto Jin'ao Island.

Zhunti followed closely behind.

The two stopped in front of the thatched hut.

Hands clasped together.

"The Western Amitabha and Zhunti have met the Supreme Clarity Saints."

His voice was respectful, yet it carried a tremor that was difficult to conceal.

On the futon.

Tongtian slowly raised his eyes.

Looking at the two figures in front of him.

Looking at these two ancestors of the West.

He looked at these two enemies who had fought him to the death years ago.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Laughed.

The smile was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But a complex emotion flickered deep within those eyes.

There was sarcasm.

There is aversion.

There was a hint of... indescribable fatigue.

"You're here?"

The two words were uttered in a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Jieyin was startled.

He hadn't expected Tongtian to react this way.

There was no angry rebuke.

There were no questions asked.

There was no overwhelming pressure.

There was only one sentence: "Here I am."

It was as if they had known they would come all along.

It felt like... I had been waiting for a long time.

Zhunti stepped forward:

"Sage, we have come here..."

Tongtian raised his hand to stop him.

"sit."

He pointed to the prayer mat in front of him.

Two futons.

It was already set up.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of shock in each other's eyes.

He...knew all along?

He... has been waiting all along?

The two stood frozen in place, afraid to move.

Tongtian looked at them and said calmly:

"Please sit down."

"It's tiring to talk while standing."

Take a deep breath.

He sat down slowly.

Zhunti also sat down.

The three sat facing each other.

Separated by that low table, that pot of wine, and those two cups.

Tongtian picked up the wine pot and filled two cups.

A cup was pushed in front of the guide.

A cup was pushed in front of Zhunti.

"Drink it."

Jieyin gazed at the glass of wine.

The wine is clear and has a delicate aroma.

But he knew this was no ordinary wine.

This is……

cause and effect.

This is……

The cause and effect of that battle back then.

This is……

The cause and effect of the downfall of the Jie Sect.

This is……

The cause and effect of the deaths and annihilation of those four direct disciples and countless members of the Jie Sect.

The guide raised his wine glass.

His hands trembled slightly.

Zhunti also picked up his cup.

My hands were shaking violently.

Tongtian looked at them and smiled.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I won't poison you to death."

The guide closed his eyes.

Look up.

He drank it all in one gulp.

As the liquor entered my throat, a bitter taste welled up inside me.

That was... the taste of guilt.

That is... a guilt that no amount of time can erase.

Zhunti also drank it all.

When she put down the cup, her eyes were red.

Tongtian looked at them.

Looking at the complex expressions on the faces of these two Western ancestors.

Suddenly he laughed.

He laughed heartily.

The laughter echoed across the island, making the thatched huts tremble and the bamboo fences sway slightly.

Jieyin and Zhunti looked at each other in bewilderment.

a long time.

Tongtian suppressed his smile and looked at the two of them:

"Fellow Daoists, what brings you to my Golden Turtle Island?"

The guide took a deep breath:

"Fellow Daoist, we have come here because of the matter of Sun Wukong."