On Mount Ling in the West, Zhunti and Jieyin were originally expounding the scriptures to their many disciples. Their voices were calm and full of wisdom, as if they could dispel all the world's worries. Suddenly, hit by a powerful force, the entire Mount Ling trembled slightly, and the lecturing dais beneath them shook three times. Zhunti’s eyes widened in disbelief, and the Seven-Treasured Wondrous Tree nearly slipped from his hand. He exclaimed, "Good heavens! The power of this Great War of Witches and Demons is more outrageous than I imagined! It will leave the land littered with corpses! If this continues, the innocent creatures of the world will suffer endless misery and torment."
Jieyin pressed his palms together, his face showing a rare look of shock. "Amitabha," he said slowly, "A catastrophe such as this is enough to shake the very foundations of Heavenly Dao. This is the fated tribulation of the Wu and Monster Clans, and the fated tribulation of the Primordial World itself. Though we have the heart to save them, we cannot easily defy the Heavenly Dao. I only hope this catastrophe ends soon, so that peace may return to the world." His eyes betrayed a flicker of compassion, as if he could already see the Primordial World left in ruins after this great war, with countless living beings struggling in pain.
At Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuanzi was leisurely watering the Ginseng Fruit Tree, enjoying a moment of peace and tranquility. Suddenly, he felt a violent tremor beneat…
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