Zhunti was very moved. Of course, he knew that his senior brother had always cared about him, but being willing to give up leaving this time for him, as a fellow Saint, he understood just how difficult that was.

After pondering for a moment, Zhunti said, "Senior brother, let's go together!"

The two of them discussed for a while and then called Old Li to explain the situation and make arrangements for the future. Zhunti was still very confident about future matters of Buddhism, as Old Li was indeed a reliable person.

Immediately, they convened a grand Buddhist gathering, and all the Buddhist Sect disciples hurried to Lingshan at once.

"Today, I intend to travel through Chaos with the Buddha Mother and leave the Twelve-Grade Merit Golden Lotus to suppress the Qi Fortune of Buddhism. You all follow the World Venerable's arrangements and quietly await the great prosperity of the Buddhist Sect."

Old Li, having already been informed, remained calm, but the other disciples of the original Western Sect were quite shocked. The Twelve-Grade Merit Golden Lotus originally suppressed the Western Sect and only worked on them, but now that it belongs to Buddhism, their Qi Fortune would be significantly diminished.

Yet, no one dared to doubt the decisions of the two Saints.

Duobao frowned upon hearing the words of the two Saints. His master, the Tongtian Sect Master, had left, and now the two Saints of the Buddhist Sect were leaving too. What exactly was going on?

Zhunti and Jieyin were no longer concerned about their disciples; all they wanted was to gather enough capital. Initially, after acquiring a big profit from obtaining scriptures, they could slightly maneuver to significantly reduce debts, but now it was too late, and they had to painfully cut their losses.

Jieyin waved his hand, and a large number of Magical Treasures, including the Green Lotus Treasure Flag, Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Eight Treasures Qiankun Bag, Jieyin Treasure Banner, Jieyin's Dusting Brush, and Jieyin Prayer Beads, flew out, severing their connection with Jieyin Saint, and were mortgaged to Buddhism, but it still wasn't enough.

Understanding his senior brother's intentions, Zhunti took out his own Seven Treasures Miao Tree, Six Roots Pure Bamboo, Demon-suppressing Treasure Mallet, and all the Magical Treasures and Elixirs he had crafted from collected materials.

He still looked after his original disciples, personally distributing a few Innate Spiritual Treasures to Maitreya, Dashizhi, Ksitigarbha, and others.

Jieyin Saint calculated with his fingers, but it still wasn't enough.

Then, shimmering divine skills such as Immeasurable Life, Infinite Light, and Infinite Wisdom, fruits of years of arduous cultivation, were cut from his body and fell into Lingshan, leaving several blood holes on him. This was a truly costly sacrifice, and yet, it still fell short.

As he pondered what other Magical Treasure or Spiritual Object could be given away, Zhunti next to him had already drawn out a Vow Knife and, without any intention of explanation, struck down with it, chopping off his own arm before Jieyin could react.

For once, the eternally mournful-faced Jieyin Saint showed significant change: "Junior brother, why go to such lengths?"

Damage to a Saint's holy body was no joke. Last time, being injured by the Demon Buddha required a long recovery, and now losing an arm, future progress on the Dao path would indeed be rough.

The harder something is to break, the more difficult it is to repair when it is broken; this is a truth universally acknowledged.

Zhunti maintained a calm expression, waving his remaining hand to send the arm through layers of space to an unknown place, directly pressing down on the heavily sealed Luo Hou with a firm slap.

Luo Hou, who had been chatting with Nezha and sulking, was utterly bewildered. Come on, buddy, I didn't provoke anyone, right?

He had already lost a Demon Body and was now being pressed down unable to move at all; he was wondering what he had done to deserve this.

Saint Zhunti couldn't be bothered with such matters; he knew that if the Demon Buddha Luo Hou wasn't dealt with properly, both he and his senior brother would not be able to leave.

"Senior brother, we're done."

Jieyin's face showed bitterness. Had he known it would come to this, he might have preferred leaving his junior brother behind. But it was too late for that now; all he could hope for was that this journey into Chaos would be fruitful.

Both of them left behind a Corpse-cutting Avatar and, amidst the farewells of the Buddhist Sect disciples, decisively departed from the Primordial world. Although their Magical Treasures had been stripped bare, as Saints with infinite Divine Skills, they wouldn't face any great danger.

Thus, only Nuwa was left as the sole Saint in the entire Primordial world.

The mortgage at Lingshan... ahem, the distribution of treasures at Lingshan caused quite a stir, and the Saints did not keep it a secret, so everyone knew that the two Saints of the Buddhist Sect had left the Primordial world, with the cause of it all being Nezha, who was cultivating on Fangcun Mountain, now completely baffled.

Why did the Western Two Saints leave in such a rush? Were they that close to Yuanshi Tianzun, willing to bankrupt themselves and even lose a limb to save him?

Unaware that he had unwittingly talked them into leaving, Nezha couldn't make sense of the logic in all this. Could it be that he too had been deceived by Master Yuan Shi?

Did Master Yuan Shi discover some great opportunity in the Chaos?

Unable to figure it out after thinking for a long time, Nezha dared not ask the parties involved, Master Puti, and could only secretly contact his teacher, Nuwa. But after fiddling with the Kunlun Mirror for a long time, he just couldn't get through!

Nezha was utterly bewildered but knew that his teacher, being a Saint, was certainly safe. Such a situation must mean the Daoist Ancestor was exerting his power.

In fact, Nezha's guess was correct. After the Western Two Saints left, Nuwa, who was equally oblivious to the reason behind the events, was happily rendered breathless with laughter and subsequently summoned by Old Deng to Zixiao Palace with a single word, "Come."

Along the way, as her eyes darted around like a student being called to the teacher's office, Nuwa entered the Zixiao Palace without ceremony, past the Daoist Temple doors, where the Daoist Ancestor's figure had already been waiting for a while.

"Teacher, why have you called me?"

To lure Nuwa, the great homebody Saint, out of the Primordial world, the Daoist Ancestor had evidently drawn quite a bit of consciousness out of the Heavenly Dao, exuding more human traits.

"All your senior and junior brothers have left; don't you want to go out and see the world?"

Nuwa instantly shook her head frantically, go out for what? Out there I wouldn't be able to watch the live broadcasts!

While he had anticipated this, the Daoist Ancestor still sighed inwardly. How did such a once-ambitious good girl turn into this upon becoming a Saint? Yet since he called Nuwa here, he had a way to persuade her.

"Now the Primordial Spiritual Energy is growing day by day, but it's still difficult to nurture the ninth Saint Position. Since your disciple holds half of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, don't you want to go out and take a look?"

Nuwa pondered for a moment before asking, "Teacher, to give rise to another Saint, you're saying it requires three Chaos Demon Gods?"

Again, Nuwa was silent. Her cultivation was strong, and while she could hold her own in a one-on-one fight against an ordinary Chaos Demon God, killing such an entity was a far different matter. Furthermore, she didn't possess a combat-effective artifact like the Pangu Banner that could kill with a single blow.

In reality, the consumption that appeared when Yuanshi Tianzun easily defeated a Chaos Demon God was the depth of the Pangu Banner's power; he would have eventually triumphed in a real fight, but not without significant cost.

Thus, even if she set out, the probability of her killing a Chaos Demon God and bringing back its body was exceedingly slim, almost negating the point of venturing out.

Hong Jun, having already anticipated this, sighed inwardly. How did an ambitious good daughter turn into this after becoming a Saint?

"Never mind, never mind, for the sake of my dear disciple, I'll go and move around, then." said Nuwa, as she caved to the unspoken rule of the Primordial realm where she wouldn't realistically defy Old Deng.

For ultimately, this place was one where it's inevitable the unyielding would be worn down.

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