On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, I was executed and became Yang Jian's brother-in-law.

"Hehehe..."

The Buddha gently shook his head, his fingers twirling the prayer beads.

His gaze swept over the pairs of eyes below that gleamed with greed, doubt, and ambition—those were those of Dipankara Buddha, Maitreya Buddha, Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and countless Arhats and Bodhisattvas.

"You are all confused."

The Buddha's voice was loud and clear, like a great bell, shaking people's hearts: "Just because of that wicked wretch's falsehood, you all really think that the cause and effect of this great prosperity in the West can be borne by anyone?"

Dipankara Buddha slightly raised his eyelids, his withered hands clenched tightly in his sleeves, his voice hoarse: "Buddha, although Su Bai's words are absurd, the reasoning is not wrong. Now that the schemes of Laozi and our Buddhist sect have been exposed, if this saying 'whoever occupies the West will prosper' were to spread..."

"What if it gets out?"

The Buddha interrupted Dipankara directly, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "The principle is the same, but whether it can be put into practice is another matter entirely. To revive the West, one needs not only heaven-reaching means, but also a supreme treasure to suppress destiny, and endless years of painstaking effort."

"What is Su Bai? He's just a lucky little dragon!"

The Buddha's tone was full of contempt, as if he were talking about an ant trying to trip an elephant. "Does he think that with the Lotus Lantern and the remnants of the Jie Sect, he can reverse the course of Heaven? That he can manipulate events in this game of sages? It's utterly ridiculous!"

"The West is barren for countless eons, and the karmic burdens within are so heavy that even sages find them troublesome. How dare a Great Luo Golden Immortal presume to take on this responsibility? I fear that if he were to step into the West with such thoughts, he would be crushed by that terrifying karmic force, his soul and spirit annihilated, never to be reborn!"

These words were spoken with conviction and confidence.

The Maitreya Buddha, who had been eager to act, froze slightly with a smile, and the shrewd glint in his narrowed eyes dimmed a bit. Looking at the Tathagata's confident and seemingly all-encompassing demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

Could it be that Buddha has some trump card yet to be played?

Could it be that behind this great prosperity of the West, there are deeper, hidden plans left by the sages that they are unaware of?

In an instant, the atmosphere within the Great Thunderclap Temple underwent a subtle shift. The blatant covetousness and scheming in the eyes that had previously been directed at the Buddha faded considerably, replaced by a renewed sense of deep apprehension.

After all, this was the real and true Tathagata of Many Treasures, formerly the chief disciple of the Intercepting Sect, and now the Supreme Being of the West. How could he be so calm if he didn't have absolute certainty?

Seeing this, Buddha secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but on his face he still maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

This is game theory.

He was actually panicking inside, but he absolutely couldn't show it. If he showed any weakness, the Ling Mountain would instantly fall apart, and they would fight amongst themselves without Su Bai even having to fight.

"Let's just watch the show."

The Buddha leaned back onto his lotus throne, his gaze fixed on the image reflected in the water mirror. His tone languid, "I'd like to see just how much of a commotion this mudfish, attempting to defy fate, can cause. Since Laozi wants to deduce, let him deduce to his heart's content, so that all beings in the Three Realms may see the fate of those who defy the will of Heaven!"

……

With Buddha's textbook-level "showing off" stabilizing the situation in the West, the attention of all the immortals and Buddhas was once again drawn to Laozi's water mirror scene.

The simulation continues in the video.

Outside the Crystal Palace in Beihai, the waves surged, not because of a storm, but because four enormous dragon mights were converging from all directions.

That was the East Sea, South Sea, West Sea, plus the local North Sea Dragon King—the true rulers of the dragon clans of the four seas gathered together!

"It seems the Third Holy Mother is quite swift."

Taibai Jinxing, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but gasp. "They just went to Nuwa's Palace, and this news has already reached the Four Seas Dragon Kings? Are they really going to tie the dragon race to Su Bai's chariot?"

The Jade Emperor watched with great interest, stroking his beard and saying, "Although the Dragon Clan has declined in recent years, even a broken ship has three thousand nails. If Su Bai can truly unite the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas, this force should not be underestimated."

In the scene, Su Bai is sitting in the main seat of the Crystal Palace, holding an unfinished wine glass in his hand.

Suddenly, the palace doors swung open, and four elderly men dressed in dragon robes and wearing imperial crowns filed in. Each of them was visibly excited, their eyes filled with tears. Upon entering and seeing Su Bai on the main seat, they all knelt down with a thud!

"Uncle! You must stand up for us!"

That cry of "Uncle" was so poignant, it was enough to break the hearts of anyone who heard it and bring tears to their eyes.

Su Bai was completely bewildered by this turn of events, almost dropping his wine cup: "Gentlemen... what is this all about? Although I have been bestowed the title of Dragon Lord of the North Sea, and am your senior in terms of seniority, this grand gesture..."

The Dragon King of the East Sea, Ao Guang, who was in charge, had lost all his usual majesty at this moment. With snot and tears streaming down his face, he crawled forward on his knees and clung tightly to Su Bai's leg.

"Uncle! Don't be modest! The Third Holy Mother already told us! You're going to the West to fight for that holy position, to create a paradise for our dragon race and even for all the demon races in the world!"

Ao Guang raised his head, tears streaming down his face. "Uncle, since you're going to do something so earth-shattering, then our Four Seas Dragon Clan will rebel this time! We'll follow you and rebel against the Heavenly Court!"

Upon hearing this, the Jade Emperor, who was watching the divination, immediately turned pale.

He was just thinking about watching the show and letting the dragons disgust the West, but how did the fire suddenly turn on him?

"Rebellion? This Ao Guang... He always seems so timid and submissive, I never imagined he harbored such deep resentment?" The Jade Emperor gritted his teeth, his hand gripping the glass cup so tightly it creaked.

In the scene, Su Bai was also startled and quickly helped Ao Guang up: "Rebellion against Heaven? This matter needs careful consideration; we must not act impulsively. You have served in the Heavenly Court for many years, although..."

"What a load of rubbish!"

The Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Run, had a fiery temper. He jumped up and cursed, "Uncle, you have no idea what kind of life we've been living all these years! We're called Dragon Kings, we're called gods, but in reality? We live worse than dogs!"

Ao Run pointed to the scars on his body and said with grief and indignation, "Whenever the Heavenly Court holds a banquet, is dragon liver and phoenix marrow missing? Where does that dragon liver come from? Isn't it forcibly dug out from the bodies of our descendants who have made minor mistakes! We have to put on a smiling face at the banquet and offer wine to those gods who eat the flesh and blood of our descendants! Is this the life of a dragon?!"

The Dragon King of the South Sea, Ao Qin, was also sobbing uncontrollably: "And then there's the matter of controlling the clouds and rain; the slightest mistake and we're sent to the Dragon-Slaying Platform! Even a mortal like Wei Zheng could slay a dragon in his dreams, so the lives of our dragon race are nothing but weeds in the eyes of the Heavenly Court! Any random deity who descends to earth will seize a dragon as a mount, regardless of whether it's our son or grandson, and ride it away. If there's any resistance, they'll kill it!"

Ao Shun, the Dragon King of the North Sea, pointed at the Crystal Palace and laughed bitterly, "Uncle, look at this North Sea! It looks magnificent, but most of its treasures have to be sent to the Heavenly Court every year! We are just pigs raised in the sea by the Heavenly Court. They're slaughtered when they're fat and kept alive when they're thin. Generation after generation, we'll never have a chance to rise above our circumstances!"

This accusation was filled with blood and tears, and every sentence was filled with injustice.

The celestial beings exchanged bewildered glances, many showing embarrassment. After all, they had done their fair share of things like eating dragon liver and riding dragon horses. Now, being exposed to their wrongdoing in person made them somewhat uncomfortable.

Su Bai listened to these words and looked at his four nephews who were crying their eyes out.

"Uncle!"

Ao Guang clung tightly to Su Bai's leg again, his aged eyes filled with despair and pleading, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

"Back then...back then you told us that only by submitting to the Heavenly Court could we find a way out! You told our ancestors that we must secure a future for the Dragon Clan!"

"We listened to you and entrusted our lives to the Heavenly Court! But now, look at us! Look at the Dragon Clan now! This isn't a way out; it's a dead end!"

"You've sown the seeds of this karma, you've pointed out this path! Now that the Dragon Clan has fallen to this state, you can't just abandon them! Uncle, we're begging you, take us away! Even dying in the West, dying on the battlefield, is better than spending our lives as pigs and dogs in this Heavenly Court!"