Chapter 141: Two Saints Join Forces, Recasting the Golden Lotus

"Big Brother, what did you say? Kun Peng is one of the culprits behind the destruction of the ancient Demon Court?"

The Flood Dragon Niu Mowang's voice was full of disbelief; the impact of this news was simply too great for him.

The ancient Demon Court, what a glorious existence that was?

That was the most prosperous era of the Demon Clan, with ten thousand demons coming to court, ruling heaven and earth, its power far beyond what the current Heavenly Court could compare to.

Demon Emperor Di Jun and Dong Huang Tai Yi were legendary, peerless emperors.

The Flood Dragon Niu Mowang was born after the ancient times, but he was full of yearning and respect for that glorious history.

But now, the Bull Niu Mowang told him that Kun Peng, revered by countless demons as "Demon Master," was actually a sinner who betrayed the Demon Court?

"Big Brother, this matter cannot be spoken of nonsense." The Flood Dragon Niu Mowang's tone became exceptionally solemn, "The destruction of the ancient Demon Court wasn't because of the great battle with the Witch Clan, both sides suffering heavy losses? How could it be related to Demon Master Kun Peng?"

This news was simply too subversive to their worldview.

In their hearts, Demon Master Kun Peng was an elder of the Demon Clan, an expert who had made great contributions to the Demon Clan.

How could he be the culprit who betrayed the Demon Clan and caused the destruction of the Demon Court?

Su Chen sat on the side without speaking, because he knew everything the Bull Niu Mowang said was true.

One of the original Demon Empresses, the current Tai Yin Star Lord, was still single-mindedly wanting to kill Kun Peng to take revenge.

The Bull Niu Mowang looked at everyone's incredulous expressions and let out a heavy sigh.

"Not all the Demon Commanders of the Demon Court died in battle back then; my information came from one of the surviving Demon Commanders."

"But this matter is hard for even you to believe, let alone other demons, so he has been able to deceive the demons of the world for so long."

He picked up his wine bowl and took another big gulp.

Inside the Water Curtain Cave, several Demon Great Sages were silent; they didn't know whether they should believe what the Bull Niu Mowang said.

Only Sun Wukong just treated it as a story; he was a stone monkey born of heaven, and although he was called a demon monkey, he actually didn't have a strong sense of belonging to the Demon Clan.

The Bull Niu Mowang saw that everyone was silent and scanned the crowd, asking, "Do you think we should invite Second Brother Niu Mowang Peng to join the Demon Alliance in the future?"

Sun Wukong was already unhappy because Niu Mowang Peng had a conflict with Su Chen, and at this moment, he was

"No invitation," he said. "Since he is a disciple of Kun Peng, he is not one of us."

"That's right, Seventh Brother is correct," the Niu Mowang Jiao agreed with a nod. "If what Big Brother says is true, we cannot let the Niu Mowang Peng join the Demon Alliance. Otherwise, if Kun Peng ever has the chance, he could use him to interfere in the affairs of the Demon Alliance."

"Second Brother is right. If that is the case, we cannot invite him to join the Demon Alliance," the Niu Mowang Yu Rong also sighed, his tone carrying a trace of regret.

Just as the demons of Mount Huaguo were shocked by the past events regarding Kun Peng mentioned by the Bull Niu Mowang.

In the distant West, the Buddha Land of Lingshan.

Endless Buddha light surged like a tide, the sound of Sanskrit chanting was incessant, and golden lotus flowers bloomed and withered in the void, making the place appear solemn and sacred.

However, at this moment, the atmosphere in this peaceful Buddha Land was somewhat solemn.

The two Sages, Zhunti and Jieyin, were sitting cross-legged on lotus pedestals.

Suspended between the two of them was a small, three-grade lotus pedestal.

This lotus pedestal was entirely golden and radiated pure golden light of merit, but if one looked closely, one could see wisps of black Qi entwined deep within that golden light.

This black Qi was precisely the origin Qi of the Mosquito Daoist.

The Mosquito Daoist had been entangled with this three-grade golden lotus of merit for endless years, and its origin had long since taken deep root within the three-grade golden lotus, making it difficult to peel away.

Sage Zhunti looked at this three-grade golden lotus, his brows knitted tightly together.

"That damned mosquito!" he could not help but curse in a low voice.

After returning from the North Sea, he had immediately joined forces with his senior brother Jieyin, attempting to fuse this three-grade golden lotus with the incomplete nine-grade golden lotus in their possession, to recreate the supreme treasure that once suppressed the fortune of the Buddhist sect—the twelve-grade golden lotus of merit.

But he had not expected to encounter a major problem in this first step.

The origin Qi of the Mosquito Daoist was of the same source as the Blood Sea and belonged to the filthiest thing in heaven and earth.

It was like a maggot on a bone, tightly entwined around the origin of the golden lotus, polluting the spirituality of the golden lotus of merit.

If this wisp of black Qi were not completely purified, the nine-grade golden lotus would never accept this three-grade golden lotus.

"Junior Brother, stay calm," the Sage Jieyin on the side consoled him.

"That Mosquito Daoist was conceived in the Blood Sea formed from the filthy blood of the Great God Pangu; his origin is naturally capable of polluting spiritual treasures. This three-grade golden lotus was forcibly swallowed by him and took root in his origin for so many years, so it is inevitable that it would be polluted."

"Senior Brother, is there really no other way?" Zhunti asked, somewhat unwillingly.

For the sake of this three-grade golden lotus, he had lost a great deal of face and had his incarnation forced back by that fellow Ming He.

"There is naturally a way," Sage Jieyin nodded. "It will just require some effort."

"You and I, as brothers, can join forces to perform the 'Great Purification Art' and use the power of Sages to refine it day and night. Sooner or later, we will be able to refine the bit of filthy Qi left behind by the Mosquito Daoist!"

"That is good." Sage Zhunti's spirits lifted upon hearing this.

Thus, the two Sages looked at each other and simultaneously extended their palms.

"Om..."

Two vast and boundless forces of Sages surged from their palms, one from the left and one from the right, wrapping around the three-grade golden lotus of merit.

"Great Purification Art!" the two Sages chanted the true mantra simultaneously.

In an instant, the entire Buddha Land was filled with brilliant Buddha light!

Countless profound golden runes emerged from the void, like a sky full of flower rain, continuously merging into the three-grade golden lotus.

One day... two days... ten days... twenty days...

Finally, on the twenty-first day.

"Om!"

The three-grade golden lotus of merit suspended in mid-air trembled violently.

The black Qi within it was completely purified.

In an instant, ten thousand feet of golden light shot into the sky!

There was no longer a trace of impurity on the golden lotus; it became pure and flawless, radiating treasure light, and a perfect, leakless Dao rhyme emanated from it.

"Phew... it is finally done."

Sage Zhunti let out a long sigh of relief, a joyful smile appearing on his face.

Sage Jieyin also withdrew his divine ability. Looking at the three-grade golden lotus, a trace of a smile also appeared on his bitter face, which had remained unchanged for ten thousand years.

"Junior Brother, we can begin." Zhunti nodded.

With a thought, the nine-grade golden lotus of merit, which had been nurtured in the pool of merit, slowly flew up and came to the side of the three-grade golden lotus.

The two lotus pedestals shared the same origin; at this moment, they echoed each other in the void, and the golden light they emitted blended together.

"Merge!"

The two Sages struck simultaneously once again.

The three-grade golden lotus turned into a stream of light and took the initiative to fly toward the nine-grade golden lotus.

The moment the two touched, there was no earth-shattering commotion; everything proceeded as naturally as water flowing into a channel.

As the three-grade golden lotus merged, the nine-grade lotus pedestal began to change.

The tenth lotus petal slowly bloomed, and the eleventh lotus petal opened accordingly.

Finally, it was the twelfth lotus petal!

The moment the twelfth lotus petal completely bloomed.

The entire golden lotus radiated refined golden light of merit, and the entire Western Lingshan was enveloped by it.