Wukong thought for a moment before saying, "Brother, are you perhaps too cautious? With such strong power, yet you always tread so carefully. Spiritual practice isn’t just about being cautious and meditative; maybe you should try making a bold move, as resolute progress is the true path."
Zhenyuan seemed thoughtful.
Soon, he smiled and said, "Thank you for the guidance, dear brother."
Well, that’s another one duped.
Even Wukong couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Were these guys too naive, or was he really that persuasive?
It had not been long, and already two Sub-Paramounts had been duped by him.
Seeing Zhenyuan also satisfied and departing, Wukong’s gaze fell on Amitabha Buddha and Bodhisattva Zhunti.
Amitabha Buddha smiled slightly and said, "Great Saint, I’ve just remembered that I have matters to attend to. I must take my leave."
After saying this, Amitabha Buddha left to garrison the Demon Realm.
Bodhisattva Zhunti, on the other hand, didn’t speak and simply turned to leave.
This Great Bodhisattva from the Buddhist Realm was always quite mysterious, rarely appearing before others.
But his power was unfathomably deep.
Previously, everyone thought he was merely a top-level Great Heavenly Venerate, perhaps only slightly stronger.
Few would have expected his power to have reached that of a Sub-Paramount.
Actually, this was also expected.
Given that Zhunti’s power could divide the Buddhist Realm with Amitabha Buddha and Tathagata Buddha, it was imaginable.
With such power, if the Buddhist Realm were united, dominate the Three Realms, or even replace the Heavenly Court, it wouldn’t be strange at all; no wonder Buddha harbored such great ambition back then.
If it were any other Immortals and Buddhas, they too would harbor ambitions.
After all, after the Jade Emperor went missing, the apparent power of the Heavenly Court was not strong.
If The Three Pure Ones did not intervene, it would not be difficult for the Buddhist Realm to change heaven and earth.
Even the Four Heavenly Kings only had power slightly stronger than that of a top-level Great Heavenly Venerate at that time.
"Great Saint, give me some advice,"
Zhu Long said with a smile.
Wukong looked at Zhu Long, and with a smile, he said, "I have nothing to advise you on. It’s already great that you’ve regained your senses; just focus on enhancing your power for now. Haotian God will return one day, and once he does, it’ll be our time to kill him."
A glint flashed in Wukong’s eyes.
Hearing Wukong’s words, Zhu Long nodded vigorously.
Killing Haotian God had become his only motivation for practicing.
"I really want to burst into the Demon Realm and kill that incarnation of Haotian first,"
Zhu Long’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he spoke chillingly.
However, Wukong shook his head and said, "Don’t think about that for now. The Demon Realm isn’t simple. The day even Elder Lord Taishang dared not enter the Demon Realm obviously signifies there are serious issues there. It might contain great terrors, potentially threatening even The Three Pure Ones. We absolutely must not enter; otherwise, it would be akin to courting death."
Seeing Wukong so earnest, Zhu Long chuckled, "Don’t worry, Great Saint, I’m not as reckless as before. I will definitely not venture in. There’s only hope if we are alive; a rash move followed by getting killed would be a tragedy. I still need to kill Haotian for my revenge."
Seeing Zhu Long understood his meaning, Wukong slightly smiled, relieved that Zhu Long could speak thus.
Finally, Zhu Long also took his leave.
Jin Chan thanked Wukong.
"No need for thanks. Primordial Phoenix is also an enemy of Old Sun. Old Sun acted to help himself, and it has nothing to do with you,"
He wanted to offer help and didn’t care whether others appreciated him or not.
As far as Wukong was concerned, such cheesy talk could be left for others.
Jin Chan smiled slightly, knowing this was just Wukong’s character.
After bidding Jin Chan goodbye, Wukong rode the Somersault Cloud away from Mount Ling.
Jin Chan looked at Mount Ling, nearly completely destroyed, and rubbed his forehead, preparing to rebuild Mount Ling.
This was already who knows how many times Mount Ling had been rebuilt.
The Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats quickly began the rebuilding process.
Spells flew down, and in less than a quarter of an hour, Mount Ling was restored to its former state, still magnificent and grand.
However, there were noticeably fewer Arhat Bodhisattvas at Mount Ling now.
They were worried that if this continued, their companions would become fewer and fewer.
They hoped that such events would never happen again.
Of course, this was destined to be just a beautiful wish.