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In the west, Mount Sumeru.

The scene here right now can only be described as "desolate".

The once magnificent hall is now half collapsed, revealing the bare beams inside. The iconic Bodhi tree, burned to ashes by Zhu Rong, is not quite dead yet, but only a few withered branches remain, trembling in the wind.

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool was even worse; not a single drop of water remained.

Last time, Lin Xuan even took the last half of the pool water with a gourd. Now the pool is cracked like a tortoise shell, and only a few pieces of hardened mud are left at the bottom. It no longer resembles a sacred place at all.

The Guide Daoist sat cross-legged on a half-lotus platform, his face as distressed as if he hadn't eaten a full meal in ten thousand years.

Before him, the Daoist Zhunti was lying on a large rock, groaning and moaning.

"Senior brother...it hurts...it hurts so much..." Zhunti's right arm was empty. Although the wound had stopped bleeding, it was still shrouded in a hazy aura.

That was the evil energy left behind by Pangu's axe after the creation of the world. Even a saint would have to go through a lot to get rid of it.

"Junior brother, bear with it." Jieyin sighed, holding a willow branch in his hand (one of the few decent magic treasures he had left), and sprinkled it little by little on Zhunti's wound with the little merit water he had secretly saved.

"Hiss—!" Zhunti convulsed in pain. "Lin Xuan! That damned Lin Xuan! I'll tear him to pieces! And that monkey! He's mine! Mine!"

Seeing his junior brother's crazy state, Jieyin felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

Think of those fellow disciples, who shamelessly schemed for so many years for the sake of the Western Paradise's prosperity, finally achieving sainthood. And what was the result?

He was thoroughly humiliated by that freak Lin Xuan.

First, he was drowning in debt and signed a contract to sell himself into servitude. Then he was bitten by a dog and publicly humiliated. Now, even his arm has been chopped off.

This saintly position is less desirable than that of a dog.

"Junior brother, stop shouting." Jieyin put away the willow branch, his expression grim. "What's the use of just shouting? Lin Xuan is protected by the Twelve Ancestral Witches now, and he also has the Pangu True Body, a powerful weapon. The two of us in our current state would only be sending ourselves to our deaths if we went."

Zhunti sat up abruptly, slamming his left fist into the rock: "What do we do then? Are we just going to let it go like this? He's going to drain the Western Sect of its fortune!"

"Of course we can't let it go." Jieyin narrowed his eyes, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in those always half-open eyes. "We can't beat him, but someone wants to."

"You mean..." Zhunti paused, then paused, "Yuanshi?"

"That's right." Jieyin nodded. "Yuanshi is the most prideful person. Last time, he was offended by Lin Xuan at Buzhou Mountain, which damaged his Dao heart. Later, in the battle for the Human Emperor, Lin Xuan's sons wiped out all twelve Golden Immortals. The hatred in his heart is no less than ours."

"But... Yuanshi has always looked down on our Western religion, thinking we are heretics." Zhunti hesitated.

"Times have changed." Jieyin sneered. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Lin Xuan is powerful now, even Lian Tian is on his side. If Yuanshi doesn't join forces with us, the Chan Sect will have nothing left in this prehistoric world."

After saying that, Jieyin took out a communication jade talisman from his pocket.

The jade talisman was also tattered and broken, with its edges chipped.

He infused the jade talisman with magical power, and it began to glow faintly.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable was sitting on a cloud bed, his face ashen.

He's been in this state ever since the Twelve Golden Immortals were utterly defeated by those brats.

Taiyi Zhenren's hair was burned off, Guang Chengzi's head was cracked open, and Chijingzi was even more humiliated, with his underwear being pulled down. Where could he, as the leader of the Chan Sect, put his face now?

Just then, the space in front of them rippled slightly, and the projection of the bitter face that guided them appeared.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, how have you been?" Jieyin's voice carried a hint of insincere politeness.

Yuanshi didn't even lift his eyelids: "Jieyin? Your wretched Western land hasn't even disbanded yet? What do you want with me?"

If this were any other time, the guide would have turned and left immediately. But now the situation is beyond his control.

Jieyin suppressed his anger and forced a smile: "Fellow Daoist is joking. I have come here today to discuss Lin Xuan with you."

Upon hearing the name "Lin Xuan," Yuan Shi's eye twitched violently.

"Lin Xuan? What's there to talk about with that wretched child?"

"Fellow Daoist, don't you want revenge?" Jieyin lowered his voice. "Don't you want to reclaim the face that belongs to the Chan Sect? Don't you want to... seize the destiny of the Great Shang?"

Yuanshi fell silent. Of course he wanted it; he dreamed about it.

But he's not stupid either.

"Hmph, you two had your arms cut off by Lin Xuan, and now you want to use me as a pawn?" Yuanshi sneered.

"Not so." Jieyin shook his head. "This is a mutually beneficial arrangement. Lin Xuan is arrogant now because he controls the Shang Dynasty and has the fortune of the human race. If we join forces to support Xiqi, we will undermine his foundation..."

"Once the Shang Dynasty collapses, Lin Xuan will be like a tree without roots. At that time, even if he possesses the true form of Pangu, what can the three of us sages do by joining forces?"

Yuan Shi's fingers gently tapped his knee.

He was weighing his options.

Although cooperating with these two penniless bastards is beneath us, Jieyin is right. If Lin Xuan isn't contained, the Chan Sect will be doomed sooner or later.

"What do you want to do?" Yuan finally spoke.

Jieyin and Zhunti, who were standing next to him, exchanged a glance and revealed a sinister smile.

"It's very simple. Isn't the Shang Dynasty currently undertaking some kind of economic reform? Let's start from that point. And... it's time to get serious about things in Xiqi too."

"Alright." Yuanshi nodded. "I will send people down the mountain. However, let me make this clear beforehand: after this is accomplished, I want 70% of the fortune of the Great Shang Dynasty."

"Deal." The intermediary readily agreed.

Anyway, Western religions don't even have 10% of the population now, so getting 30% would be a win.

The light curtain dissipated.

Yuanshi Tianzun stood up, looked in the direction of Xiqi, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Lin Xuan, since you want to play, then I'll play along with you properly. This time, it's not as simple as a children's fight."

"White Crane Boy!"

"Disciple is here."

"Go and call your Uncle Taiyi here. Tell him that whether his hair has grown back or not, he has to get down the mountain and work!"