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Mount Sumeru.

Lotus flowers bloom beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, bathed in golden light.

The pool water was crystal clear, reflecting the sun, moon and stars in the sky, as well as the two restless figures sitting on the poolside.

Jieyin sat cross-legged, his body surrounded by flickering golden light. His face, which had shown compassion for the billionaires, was now filled with solemnity.

He lowered his eyes to look at his reflection in the pool, at the gently rippling water, and slowly moved the prayer beads in his palm, but he couldn't calm his mind.

Zhunti stood beside him, pacing back and forth.

The footsteps were very light, yet they were exceptionally clear in the quiet Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The guide finally spoke:

"Junior brother, sit down."

Zhunti paused in his steps.

He turned to look at the guide, whose thin face was filled with anxiety:

"Senior brother, how can I possibly sit down?"

"Xuan Du went to Kunlun Mountain."

"Yuanshi is likely to suffer a huge loss."

Receiving silence.

He knew that, of course.

He sensed it the moment Xuandu stepped into Kunlun Mountain.

Although that aura was concealed, it could not be hidden from those who were also saints.

Now, Xuandu has emerged from Kunlun Mountain.

The next stop is Mount Sumeru.

It was them.

Zhunti took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anxiety in his heart, and said in a deep voice:

"Senior brother, what conditions do you think Xuanhui will propose?"

Jieyin looked up and gazed at him.

Those compassionate eyes were now filled with complex emotions.

"Whatever conditions you set, you have to meet them."

Zhunti's expression changed.

He looked at Jieyin, at that calm yet helpless face, and a sudden, indescribable sorrow welled up in his heart.

They all have to be given.

This is their current situation.

The two dignified saints of the Western religion, the saints of the Heavenly Way, and the true descendants of Pangu.

Now, however, they have to wait for a younger generation to come and settle accounts.

Waiting for him to speak.

Waiting for him to ask for it.

He didn't even have the right to bargain.

Zhunti slowly closed his eyes.

He recalled those days.

Back in Zixiao Palace, he and his senior brother made forty-eight great vows to attain sainthood.

At that time, they were full of vigor and vowed to glorify the West and save all living beings.

At that time, they never imagined that one day they would be forced into such a situation by a junior who had only cultivated for a few hundred years.

But now, everything has changed.

Nuwa perished.

Lao Tzu fell.

Yuanshi bowed his head.

Now it's their turn.

"Buzz".

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

Xuandu landed by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, standing with his hands behind his back, his blue robes fluttering slightly, and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

His gaze swept calmly over Jieyin and Zhunti, over the magnificent Mount Sumeru, and over the crystal-clear pool of merit water.

He didn't speak.

He just stood there quietly.

But that invisible sense of oppression, like a mountain, pressed down on Jieyin and Zhunti's hearts.

This will cause physical harm.

He gazed at Xuan Du, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well, at that young face that exuded boundless composure.

Hands clasped together, chanting the Buddha's name softly:

"Amitabha."

"Benefactor Xuandu, you have arrived."

Xuan Du nodded slightly:

"They're here."

After those two words, nothing more was said.

He simply gazed at Jieyin and Zhunti, his eyes calm as still water.

That gaze was devoid of sorrow or joy, anger or power.

But when it happened to Jieyin and Zhunti, it chilled them to the bone.

They are waiting.

Xuan Du spoke.

Wait for Xuandu to make his demands.

Ke Xuan didn't say a word.

I just watched them quietly.

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

Zhunti finally couldn't hold back any longer:

"Xuan Du! What exactly do you want?"

Xuan Du turned his head and looked at him.

That gaze remained calm, but when it fell on Zhunti, it made him freeze.

"how?"

Xuan Du spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of the two:

"I said that in Zixiao Palace."

"After I return from mending the heavens, I will settle the score with you all in detail."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"Now I have arrived."

"Fellow Daoists, are you ready?"

Are you ready?

The five words struck like a thunderclap.

Zhunti's face turned ashen.

The guide remained silent.

They naturally knew why Xuandu had come.

Liquidation.

They joined forces to ambush and kill him, setting up a trap to completely eliminate him during the great calamity.

This is the reason.

Now, he has come to ask for the fruit.

Jieyin took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and slowly spoke:

"Donor of Xuandu."

"What happened back then was our fault."

"What do you need today, benefactor? Just say the word."

"This humble monk accepts it."

I admit it.

As soon as the two words were spoken, Zhunti turned his head sharply:

"Senior brother!"

The guide raised his hand to interrupt him.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well, his gaze filled with bitterness.

What can we do if they don't acknowledge it?

Nuwa fell first, Laozi fell later, and Yuanshi bowed his head just now.

What kind of trouble can those two Western saints possibly cause?

Since we can't find the answer, we might as well accept it.

If we admit it, we'll suffer less humiliation.

Xuandu looked at Jieyin, at the bitterness and helplessness that appeared on the face of the billionaire.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a hint of approval.

"Fellow Daoist Jieyin is quite straightforward."

He spoke slowly:

"In that case, I won't beat around the bush."

"Azure Lotus Banner".

As the five words were spoken, the Eight Treasures Merit Pool fell silent.

Zhunti's pupils suddenly contracted!

He stared intently at Xuan Du, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror!

The Azure Lotus Banner!

One of the Five Primordial Banners!

Top-grade innate spiritual treasure!

That was the most precious treasure of his Western religion, bestowed upon him by the Dao Ancestor in the Zixiao Palace back then!

Xuandu must have this flag!

"Xuandu!"

Zhunti growled, his voice hoarse:

"you!"

Xuan Du turned his head and looked at him.

That gaze remained calm.

But beneath that calm lies a terrifying power capable of tearing the heavens apart.

Zhunti paused in his speech.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

The guide slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a deep, unfathomable calm in the depths of those compassionate eyes.

He slowly raised his hand.

A blue light quietly appeared in his palm.

The light was initially very faint, but in just a moment it became as intense as the sun!

Amidst the radiance, a precious banner slowly materialized.

The flag is blue, with blue lotuses blooming on its surface. The essence of the Western metal element lingers within it, and faint Buddhist chants can be heard emanating from within the flag.

Blue lotus-colored flag.

A top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

It is the most precious treasure of his multi-million dollar club.

Jieyin gazed at the flag in his hand, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

This flag accompanied him to his multi-million dollar celebration; it was a gift from the Daoist patriarch after he attained sainthood.

Although it is not the fundamental means to suppress the Western fortune, it is still one of the top-grade spiritual treasures in his possession.

Now, it's time to hand it over.

But he didn't feel much reluctance.

Because this is essentially repaying the debt of karma.

Because this was something he owed in the first place.

They joined forces to attack back then, and now they're paying the price.

It is justified.

Jieyin raised his eyes and looked towards Xuandu.

"Donor of Xuandu."

He spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"This flag is for you."

"Have you cleared up the cause and effect of your initial scheming?"

Xuandu gazed at him, at that compassionate face, at those calm yet bitter eyes.

He nodded slightly.

"Cleared."

As soon as the two words were spoken, Jieyin felt a sense of relief throughout his body.

His palm trembled.

The Azure Lotus Banner transformed into a streak of azure light and fell into Xuandu's hands.

Xuandu clenched his five fingers.

The cyan banner lay quietly in his palm, the illusory image of a blue lotus constantly shifting, surrounded by the aura of metal from the west.

He looked up and gazed at the guide.

Jieyin remained calm as he sat down by the pool, his body radiating a golden light that flickered intermittently, yet he showed no sign of panic.

Zhunti stood beside him, staring intently at Xuandu and the blue lotus banner, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

But what could he do even if he was unwilling?

What good is anger?

Xuan Du came, took it, and left.

They could only watch.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

He turned and looked at Zhunti.

Zhunti froze.

"Fellow Daoist Zhunti."

Xuan Du slowly spoke:

"Your score isn't settled yet."