The light descended to the ground, bringing heavenly colors and divine illumination, creating peace between heaven and earth.

A young monk stood at the center, enveloped in a holy radiance, with Buddha Light seemingly dancing in his eyes, emitting sacred Taoist sounds.

The creatures of the city, upon seeing his radiance from afar, felt an urge to prostrate themselves.

"What being is that?"

"Most likely an Immortal."

"Then he must know our benefactor."

The crowd spoke, influenced by the monk's aura of peace.

Ahead, Sun Wukong furrowed his brows, finding the monk in front very familiar.

It wasn't just him; Immortal Zhenyuan also very familiar.

"Elder Jin Chan."

Immortal Zhenyuan's eyes almost fell out: "How come you are here?"

The monk standing before them bore an appearance identical to Jin Chanzi.

"Amitabha."

However, the monk clasped his hands together and said: "This poor monk is not Jin Chanzi."

"Indeed, you are not."

Sun Wukong said.

This monk's aura was far stronger and sharper than Jin Chanzi's.

Through his Eyes of Golden Flame, Sun Wukong saw an immense Buddha Light, blurred and unclearly visible.

Sun Wukong felt wary in his heart: "Who are you? Why do you appear in this guise?"

"I am without self, without form, nameless and surnameless."

The monk replied: "What you see in me is a representation manifested by the Tao."

He did not deliberately transform into Jin Chanzi; it was simply his cultivation of the Buddha Path that made Sun Wukong and Immortal Zhenyuan see the forms most suited for them.

"You both are fated with the Buddha."

The monk stated: "The White Robed Venerate instructed me to eliminate you, perhaps there's another reason."

"White Robed Venerate?"

A light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes.

"To eliminate us?"

Immortal Zhenyuan laughed: "With this appearance, you intend to kill us?"

"Not so."

The monk answered: "If I appear as someone both of you are familiar with, it means there is still a chance to enlighten you."

He needed to eliminate the fixations of Sun Wukong.

Once the fixations were gone, that would be the true elimination.

If the fixations are not gone, even destroying the physical body, with the Divine Skills of Sun Wukong and Immortal Zhenyuan, it may not yet be the end.

The monk produced a mirror; a green fog emerged from it, the world transformed, and the scenery before Immortal Zhenyuan and Sun Wukong vanished.

A temple appeared ahead.

"Please come in and have a seat."

The monk opened the door and said.

Sun Wukong frowned: "Tell me first, who is the White Robed Venerate?"

"White Robed Venerate?"

The monk nodded: "He is my master, the new Emperor of the Heavenly Court."

A thought flickered in Sun Wukong's mind, sensing the monk's value in conversation, he stepped towards the temple.

Immortal Zhenyuan called out to Sun Wukong: "Worthy brother, don't you find this temple strange?"

"Our Divine Souls have been pulled into the mirror."

Sun Wukong entered the temple, saying: "It's just a Blinding Technique, no need to worry."

Thus, Immortal Zhenyuan followed him into the temple, reassured.

Once seated inside the temple, the monk served them tea and prompted them to ask questions.

"When did the Brahma Void Heavenly Court get a new Heavenly Emperor?"

Immortal Zhenyuan immediately asked.

This matter was completely different from all they had known up to now.

"Ten thousand years ago, the White Robed Venerate received the Brahma Void Jade Seal."

Monk replied, "The Venerable has endured hardships from a young age and has overcome calamities, being the only one in the Heavenly Court who attained immortality."

"Over tens of thousands of years, the Venerable has restructured the Six Paths of Reincarnation, saving countless lives in the Heavenly Court, and has so far restored the order of numerous Star Palaces."

He narrated the story of the White Robed Venerate, who appeared after a great calamity, has boundless merit, and became the Heavenly Emperor ten thousand years ago.

Each Star Palace he governs radiates peace.

"The Venerable saves a world, which takes a thousand years, and each successful salvation requires another thousand years of governance."

The monk finally said, "It will be another ten thousand years before the Venerable can descend here to save the people of this place."

He informed Sun Wukong and the other that the Brahma Void Heavenly Court has the White Robed Venerate, and that eventually, this Star Palace too will be saved, and they're not needed at all.

Immortal Zhenyuan felt somewhat displeased.

"Those two from Nan Ming really aren't reliable."

He thought to himself, "They didn't mention that there was an Immortal here."

Sun Wukong slightly frowned and asked the monk, "How does the White Robed Venerate save the people?"

"This..."

The monk hesitated, knowing it was a difficult question to answer.

Sun Wukong hit right at the core of the matter.

After pondering for a moment, the monk, intending to enlighten Sun Wukong and the others, couldn't avoid this topic.

"Wherever the Venerable goes, there is Jile (Pure Land)."

The monk answered.

Sun Wukong immediately understood.

Not just him, Immortal Zhenyuan also understood.

"So he intends to make everyone become monks."

Immortal scoffed coldly, "What use is such salvation?"

The methods of the White Robed Venerate, they had already seen in the Three Realms.

Having already seen it, neither Immortal Zhenyuan nor Sun Wukong would approve.

"Both of you, please calm down."

In a calm and unhurried manner, the monk said, "To save the Brahma Void Heavenly Court, this is the only way; the White Robed Venerate and the Venerable have an agreement that if it is a Pure Land, the beings residing within the Star Palace will not suffer from great calamities in the future."

"No more discussions!"

Immortal Zhenyuan stood up, waved his horsetail whisk, emitting a divine light, not too intense, yet causing the space to tremble and shatter.

Immortal Zhenyuan, pulling Sun Wukong, left the mirror world.

The three returned to the outside.

The monk looking at the two, sighed, "If so, I can only forcibly enlighten you!"

"You've got guts to say that!"

Immortal Zhenyuan coldly scoffed.

He had regained some of his immortal power and wanted to test it out.

The next moment, he made his move.

"Watch my move."

Immortal Zhenyuan extended his right hand, which grew large in the air, covering the sky and pressing towards the monk.

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with a strange light.

Immortal Zhenyuan had also learned this move from Buddha, and it was not merely an imitation.

As he reached out with his large hand, a violent wind began swirling around the monk, drawing him towards the palm of Immortal Zhenyuan.

Besides the Buddha's technique, Immortal Zhenyuan had added his own twist – incorporating the power of Sleeve Universe.

Sun Wukong watched this fresh scene, surprised that Immortal Zhenyuan had developed such an interesting spell.

However, despite Immortal Zhenyuan's palm strike, the monk wasn't much perturbed.

He raised his hand and countered with a palm strike of his own, equally covering the sky, dazzling with golden light, and with a bang, collided with Immortal Zhenyuan's Giant Palm.

Immortal Zhenyuan quickly retracted his hand and washed it with droplets of water.

"Really uncomfortable, this move isn't for me!"

As he spoke, he waved his horsetail whisk.

Each swing of the whisk grew larger, soon reaching several meters in length, surrounding it were large flashes of lightning, crackling loudly.

For a moment, the horsetail whisk in Immortal Zhenyuan's hand dazzled, blindingly bright.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but wonder.

Immortal Zhenyuan usually meditated, was it truly to recover his Immortal Law, or was he just tinkering with these fancy tricks.

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