High atop the magnificent, towering Mount Ling in the West, the two Sages, Zhunti and Jieyin, were also closely observing the situation of the Great War of Witches and Demons. Zhunti shook his head gently, a look of pity and sorrow crossing his face. "The Wu and Monster Clans are blinded by their obsession," he said. "They must fight to the death—it is truly pathetic and lamentable. This great war will bring unimaginable suffering to countless innocent beings, plunging them into the depths of misery. What a human tragedy this is!"
Jieyin closed his eyes slightly, pressed his palms together, and chanted, "Amitabha. All is cause and effect. They have sown these seeds themselves, and now they must bear the bitter fruit. We need only focus on our own cultivation, maintain inner peace, and wait for the right moment to come."
In the beautiful and vibrant Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuanzi stood silently beneath the world-renowned Ginseng Fruit Tree. He looked up at the churning dark clouds in the sky and said calmly, "The Great War of Witches and Demons has arrived at last. The Primordial World is about to be drenched in blood and carnage once more. I only hope this war does not reach my humble Wuzhuang Temple. I wish only to guard this pure land and allow the Ginseng Fruit Tree to continue growing strong."
Chapter 141