My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1173 Parting ways
"Excellent! What a wonderful concept of 'long-term inheritance'!"

Yuanshi Tianzun, enraged, laughed and withdrew his oppressive aura. The light on the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi gradually dimmed: "Since you insist on severing ties with the Chan Sect, then from this moment on, the allied forces of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect shall be disbanded! If there are any changes in the Three Realms in the future, do not come to the Chan Sect for help again!"

Upon hearing this, the Guide Daoist nodded slightly, his tone tinged with regret: "Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, things have come to this point, and further words are useless. However, I must offer one more piece of advice—back then, the Tongtian Sect Leader suffered the fate of having the Immortal Slaughtering Formation broken and the Jie Sect disintegrated because he was stubborn and defied the will of Heaven. Now, the will of all beings has shifted towards peace, and the Heavenly Dao also leans towards stability. If you insist on being an enemy of the Jie Sect, I fear you will repeat the mistakes of the Tongtian Sect Leader!"

Sage Zhunti added, “After you return, fellow Daoist, I hope you will restrain your disciples and prevent them from stirring up trouble. The lessons of the Investiture of the Gods are still fresh in our minds. Those who defy the will of Heaven will ultimately be devoured by the Heavenly Dao. If we can follow the will of Heaven and seek peace with all living beings, the Chan Sect may well be able to continue its glory.”

These words sounded exactly like the way the crowd advised the Tongtian Sect Leader during the Investiture of the Gods, making Yuanshi Tianzun feel a tightness in his chest.

He snorted coldly, said no more, turned around and shouted at the Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, "Go! Back to Kunlun Mountain!"

The immortals of the Chan Sect were stunned for a moment. Guang Chengzi wanted to remind Yuanshi Tianzun that Kunlun Mountain had been blasted flat, but seeing his master's ashen face, he dared not say anything more.

The other disciples of the Chan Sect dared not delay and followed in the footsteps of Yuanshi Tianzun, transforming into streaks of light and flying towards Kunlun Mountain.

The two saints of the Western Sect watched their departing figures, shook their heads helplessly, and then summoned their disciples to fly towards Jambudvipa. Since the alliance with the Chan Sect had broken down, they needed to go to the heart of Jambudvipa as soon as possible, take advantage of the momentum of the "peaceful alliance," consolidate the Buddhist teachings, and win over more believers.

This is where the Western Religion's brilliance lies: by signing a peace agreement, not only does the Alliance of All Beings benefit, but it also lifts the ban on the Western Religion's missionary work in Jambudvipa.

The Western religious followers are mostly shrewd, possessing the best business acumen to monetize faith. They immediately seized the opportunity of the All-People Alliance's grand celebration of the signing of the peace agreement to tour the four directions preaching the Dharma, greatly boosting their popularity among the masses.

The allied forces disbanded, and the tense temporary camp instantly became empty, leaving only fragments of projection in the air, silently telling the story of a conflict that ended before it even began.

On the other side, Yuanshi Tianzun, leading the immortals of the Chan Sect, sped all the way and finally arrived at the ruins of Kunlun Mountain.

The once ethereal and magnificent holy land of the Chan Sect is now nothing but ruins. The mountains have been blasted into huge craters by gravitational cannons, the surface is covered with a layer of scorched earth that has been burned into lava, and many huge stone spheres shaped by the cannon fire are scattered in the ruins, a scene of utter devastation.

Just as Yuanshi Tianzun was about to summon his disciples to clear the ruins, he suddenly froze – countless silver-white engineering robots were busy in the ruins.

Some robots, with their massive mechanical arms, gently lifted stone spheres weighing several tons and transported them to open ground in the distance; others emitted special energy beams to break down lava and scorched earth into fine particles, which were then transported away through pipes; still others retrieved fertile soil from their space capsules and gradually filled the blasted craters.

To his surprise, in the area where the soil had already been filled in, some small robots were carrying backpacks full of grass seeds and spreading the seeds evenly.

Robots also plant the cultivated saplings into the soil and protect them with energy shields to prevent them from being blown away by wind and rain.

Sunlight spills onto the ruins, the busy figures of robots intertwined with the new greenery, revealing a hint of vitality—it seems that in a few decades, these ruins may truly transform into a lush forest, just like the changing of the sea.

This wasn't the first time Wenrui had bombed the prehistoric continent, causing massive geological and ecological disasters. They had long since determined that such actions would incur karmic retribution from Heaven, resulting in the loss of much of his merit. The solution was also well-established: immediately after the bombing, massive funds were invested in restoration. This was called "pollute first, then clean up"—better late than never.

"This...this is the work of that demon from the Jie Sect?" A Golden Immortal from the Chan Sect couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with disbelief: "He actually sent people to repair the ruins of Kunlun Mountain?"

Yuanshi Tianzun stared intently at the engineering robots, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms. He had thought that returning to Kunlun Mountain would allow him to use the ruins of the sacred land to ignite his disciples' desire for revenge, but he hadn't expected that Zaohua Tianzun would pull such a stunt—restoring the ruins. What seemed like an insignificant act was like an invisible thorn stuck in his heart.

This is not only about restoring the land, but also about demonstrating to the Chan Sect that "technology can bring new life," and silently declaring that war brings destruction, while peace can nurture hope.

If Wen Rui possessed the ability to read minds of sages, and discovered that Yuanshi Tianzun had such thoughts, he would surely laugh until his stomach hurt—clearly, Yuanshi Tianzun had over-interpreted it, and Wen Rui was simply afraid of divine retribution.

"A bunch of clueless lumps of iron!"

Yuanshi Tianzun gritted his teeth, but did not order the robots to be stopped.

As a sage, Yuanshi Tianzun also understood the rules of cause and effect and merit. He knew that if he were to take action to destroy it now, he would be tainted by the karmic retribution for the destruction of Kunlun Mountain. If this land were to deteriorate into a dead end in the future, the consequences would fall on Yuanshi Tianzun's head.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said coldly to the immortals of the Chan Sect, "Ignore these lumps of iron! Come with me back to the ruins of Jade Void Palace, let's rebuild the sect first!"

With that, he took the lead and flew towards the ruins of the Jade Void Palace. The immortals of the Chan Sect exchanged glances and could only follow.

The ruins of Yuxu Palace are more severely damaged than other places in Kunlun Mountain. The once solemn and magnificent palace is now just a pile of broken beams, pillars and bricks, and even the foundation stone of the palace gate is cracked into several pieces.

Yuanshi Tianzun landed in the center of the ruins. Looking at the mess before him, the aura of a saint surged around him once again. But this time, it was no longer the oppressive force of anger, but the primordial immortal power containing immense strength.

He raised his hand and clenched it in the air, chanting incantations. Golden runes flew from his fingertips and landed on the wreckage scattered on the ground.

In an instant, the broken beams, pillars, bricks and tiles seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly rising into the air and rearranging themselves in mid-air.

The massive pillars joined together in mid-air, the broken beams were precisely pieced together, and even the shattered tiles were put back in their original positions one by one. The originally chaotic ruins were visibly reformed into the shape of a palace.

The immortals of the Chan Sect were dumbfounded and bowed deeply, exclaiming, "Master (Heavenly Venerable) is so mighty!"

(End of this chapter)