Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 465 A Sage's Game: The Sage Makes His Move!

Zhao Gongming glanced at the pharmacist indifferently, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"If you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext. After abandoning Taoism and establishing Buddhism, the methods used by the Buddhist community have indeed become increasingly despicable."

These few simple words caused the pharmacist's pupils to shrink sharply.

In order to fabricate more charges against the demon kings of Flower Fruit Mountain, the Buddhist sect did indeed do many shady things.

Once these things are made public, the reputation of Buddhism will be truly ruined.

Just then, from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, boundless golden Brahma light suddenly burst into flame.

These rays of light almost turned most of the Thirty-Three Heavens golden.

Finally, the endless Brahma light converged and transformed into two golden figures that blotted out the sky.

The overwhelming divine power swept across the three realms, and countless beings prostrated themselves on the ground in worship.

"This is the aura of a Buddhist saint!"

Countless powerful beings in the Three Realms said that they were not surprised by the appearance of Zhunti and Jieyin.

For the Buddhist community, which has always been unwilling to swallow its anger, not showing itself would be abnormal.

"Disciple pays respects to Master."

The Medicine Master, Maitreya, and Dipankara immediately bowed devoutly to the two golden figures.

Zhao Gongming chuckled and joked, "Uncle-Master Randeng, you are the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, and even I have to call you Uncle-Master. If we were in Buddhism, where people call a Sage their Master, then I could only call you Junior Brother Randeng."

A surge of anger welled up in his heart, but he forcefully suppressed it, closing his eyes slightly and remaining silent.

Zhao Gongming couldn't help but secretly admire Randeng; his self-control was truly remarkable.

Putting everything else aside, he's at least much better than my second senior uncle.

Sun Wukong gripped his golden cudgel tightly and strained to activate his piercing golden eyes.

I wanted to see clearly the faces of the two golden figures beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Suddenly, the two golden figures outside the Thirty-Three Heavens moved.

They waved their hands, and in an instant, a layer of golden mist spread across the Three Realms, separating the entire Three Realms from the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The great powers of the Three Realms could no longer see the scene beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Zhao Gongming smiled and strode towards the outside of the Thirty-Three Heavens. In a few breaths, he disappeared from sight.

Sun Wukong's expression tightened, and worry unconsciously showed on his face, but as if he remembered something, his expression gradually relaxed.

The other powerful beings were somewhat disappointed, as the sage clearly did not want them to witness the exchange.

"My two senior uncles, it's been a long time. Please feel free to say anything you'd like to say."

Thirty-three heavens away, Zhao Gongming, having taken his time, asked the void before him.

Two golden lights flashed by in an instant, and the figures of Zhunti and Jieyin appeared before him.

"Zhao Gongming, what grudge do you hold against the West? Why have you repeatedly obstructed our rise to power?"

Zhunti was furious from the start, wishing he could devour Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming shrugged and said, "Nothing special, I just want to."

Jieyin frowned and said, "Do you know that the Dao Ancestor once said that the great trend of the Heavenly Dao cannot be changed by anyone? This great calamity is destined to be the great prosperity of our West. No matter how you try to stop it, it will be in vain."

"Since you know I'm wasting my time, why are you two senior uncles in such a hurry?"

"you"

Zhunti and Jieyin were speechless, their faces growing increasingly cold.

Seeing that things had gone a bit too far, Zhao Gongming softened his tone, "Of course, what my two uncles said is correct. That Sun Wukong is unruly and dared to attack the Heavenly Court. He's too audacious and needs to be taught a lesson. How about I teach him a lesson?"

"you?"

Zhunti's face revealed a coldness, and his mockery was undisguised.

The guide's voice was cold and stern. "What if we don't agree?"

"If they don't agree, there's nothing I can do but fight it out and let our strength decide the outcome."

Zhao Gongming remained calm and composed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhunti and Jieyin's expressions changed drastically.

They sensed two murderous intents rapidly approaching from afar, eyeing them menacingly.

One came from the Three Realms, from the Netherworld Blood Sea; the other came from the Tongtian Sect Master's dojo, from the Biyou Palace. Both were filled with murderous intent, displayed nakedly without any concealment!

Zhunti's face instantly paled. Even if he and his senior brother fought Zhao Gongming two against one, they might not be a match for him.

If we add that bastard Styx and that bastard Tongtian to the mix, how can we possibly win?

Zhunti felt utterly exhausted, realizing that becoming a saint had brought him even more helplessness than before.

Enveloped by the murderous aura of the two supreme attacking saints, even Jieyin couldn't help but frown, feeling intimidated.

Clearly, as long as they go to war with Zhao Gongming, Styx and Tongtian Jiaozhu will definitely not stand idly by.

As for his reinforcements from the West.

Taiqing? The Great Dao is inactive; it's highly unlikely to help Zhao Gongming, but it certainly won't turn around and help them either.

As for Yuqing?

Don't even mention it. In the Investiture of the Gods, we plotted with the Chan Sect, but ended up suffering a crushing defeat, with the Jie Sect getting all the benefits.

Yuanshi Tianzun hated them too much to even think about helping them.

As for the rest of Nuwa, there was no possibility of them helping them at all, so there's no need to mention them again.

Thinking of this, Jieyin's expression softened a bit, and he spoke carefully.

"Actually, there's not much difference between our Buddhist sect suppressing Sun Wukong and your Taoist sect suppressing him, and it's not impossible."

"Since it's not impossible, does that mean it's possible, Uncle-Master?"

Zhao Gongming said with a smile.

Jieyin seemed to have made up his mind, "You can suppress them, but you must agree to one condition of our Buddhist sect!"

"What are the conditions?"

"The suppression of the monkey must last for more than five hundred years, and during the suppression period, the monkey cannot go anywhere or see anyone."

Jieyin stared intently at Zhao Gongming.

The most important thing right now is to stabilize the situation first.

Zhao Gongming pondered for a few moments, then readily agreed, "Then let's do as Uncle says."

"Words alone are useless; junior disciple, you should make a solemn vow to uphold the Great Dao."

Zhunti was not at all at ease with Zhao Gongming and made a point of emphasizing the oath of the Great Dao.

For cultivators like Zhao Gongming who have achieved the Great Luo Golden Immortal status, the Heavenly Dao Oath is no longer binding; only the Great Dao Oath can restrain them.

Zhao Gongming had no objections and, with Zhunti and Jieyin as witnesses, directly made a Great Dao Oath, saying, "Are you satisfied now, my two senior uncles?"

"Let's go."

Jieyin glanced deeply at Zhao Gongming, then pulled Zhunti along and returned to the Pure Land.

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Gongming dispelled the thin mist that had spread across the Thirty-Three Heavens and the Three Realms, and returned to the Three Realms.

The countless powerful beings of the primordial world pointed at the Thirty-Three Heavens, their eyes filled with astonishment, "Look everyone, the Buddhist saint has departed!"

"Hiss, the departure of a Buddhist saint, doesn't that mean he willingly retreated?"

"Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. This great calamity involves the rise of the West, so Buddhist saints shouldn't give up so easily."

The powerful figures were filled with doubt, not understanding why the two Western Saints had retreated so easily.

The Pharmacist, Dipankara, and Maitreya were all speechless with astonishment, their hearts filled with a great uproar.

No one understood better than the teachers how much they valued this major ordeal.

Even so, it still retreated. What does this mean?

A shocking conjecture arose in the minds of the three of them!

(End of this chapter)