在洪荒的幽深之地，眾祖巫圍坐于無垠的室之中，他們低語聲此起彼伏，連綿不絕，仿佛一部古老的咒語在天地間回響。整整七天七夜的談，無人窺見其容，但無論如何，巫族在談之后，決定全力以赴， Preparation for what loomed ahead was unknown, yet the implication was clear.

The grand assembly of the Three Tribes of the Earth selected a new grand ancestor, a master of earth, who after a century of dedication, took the place of Hou Tu, the former grand ancestor. This period of transition was followed by a comprehensive mobilization of the Five Clans of the Earth. The grand ancestors made no explanation, yet the united tribes understood the urgency behind it.

On the other side of the great void, one hundred years had passed since the madness in the court of monsters. Bai Ze and Ying Zhao, both resurrected, now wielded only the power of a Great羅Buddha, and their path to regaining their former might was uncertain. Bai Ze assumed the position of the Prime Minister of the court of monsters, a role he once served as a subordinate to Fu Xi. However, the encounter with the=Longling Pearl, an obstacle that loomed over them, was a testament to the court's troubles. The Great Grinding spell of Chang'e enveloped the East Sea, pushing any interlopers into the unknown. Even the ingenious plan of circumventing the journey through the everlasting volcano proved fruitless as they were hurled away by fireballs. With no choice but to retreat, the court of monsters could only stall for time.

The stability of Penglai, at least on the surface, returned to the realm of chaos. While the Heavens Court required time to recover, the Earth Tribes quietly geared up, and the human race silently expanded, their numbers multiplying, stretching their presence across the vastness of Honghuang. Their growth symbolized change, the human race itself a variable that promised a new era.

The human race, which had once lived solely in the region of the Four Sacred Mountains, was now a pervasive presence, from the Eastern Lands to the Western Regions, from the extreme north to the extreme south. Wherever it could endure, there were the people. Human nature was mutable, and the people were a source of change.

As the human race expanded, so too did their differences. Those remaining in the ancestral lands of the Four Sacred Mountains contrasted starkly with those who ventured outward. Particularly in the west, many humans altered their beliefs. This shift, while small in the grand scheme, did not go unnoticed by those with a pulse on the tides of change.

In the West, within the Pure Land of Bliss, since the ascension of the Akashic Buddha to sainthood, the Pure Land had gradually expanded. The great godess of the mountain, the spirit of the Vermilion Bird, was being slowly compressed by the relentless expansion of the sacred land. This was largely due to the reluctance of Long Ming to resist, allowing the sacred land to erode bit by bit.

As the Pure Land thrived, the Bodhi tree swayed gently, casting a rainbow of light on the ground, while its precious seeds shimmered with a celestial glow. Below, the faith of the worshipers, predominantly human, was demonstrated by the endless murmurs of mantras and the constant clinking of prayer beads. Only a few were monsters or members of other tribes, with the vast majority coming from the human race.

The sacred pond of eight precious treasures, pure and clear as crystal, held an aura of tranquility. This pond, once a minor acquisition from the rock of distribution, had been transformed into a powerful treasure by Akashic Buddha, who employed eight paths of the paravara dharma to凝聚 the force of faith. The human converts, with their vast numbers, had elevated the pond to heights unimaginable.

Blossoms of precious lotus opened and closed, painting a scene of serenity that was indeed auspicious. Upon the golden lotus, which emitted a spectrum of twelve colors, Akashic Buddha held a twelve-tiered sovereign bell in his hands, while the bell's tinkling sound and the brilliance of the great light filled the space. A necklace made from thirty-six precious elixir seeds floated in front of him, each one pulsating with faith as it twirled.

Beside him, the master of the seven-color bodhi tree, with its non-golden, non-jade branches flowing with ethereal light, bore the serene準提 Buddha, who wore twin coiled hairpins adorned with emblems that signified power and wisdom. As the master of the seven-color bodhi tree, the petals rained down like mist, transforming into a celestial spectacle.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a messenger entered, his voice breaking the tranquility.

"Acknowledge the Bodhisattvas! There is a report. The Azure Dragon of the Dragon Tribe has arrived with two hundred dragons, requesting to see the two saints. They are all at the peak of the Triple-Tiger Saint level, and we are unable to stop them. We seek the determination of the saints."

Akashic Buddha choked, spluttering, "What the hell? My just starting to contemplate something, and the Dragon Tribe comes knocking? What's the meaning of this?"

Akashic Buddha's expression darkened. "Let the dragons in."

He turned to look at Akashic Buddha, "Brother, what is this? Overstepping boundaries in front of the dragons?"

Akashic Buddha, now sitting on the ground, laughed, "Brother, I am so weak I can't get up. Could you give me a hand?"

Akashic Buddha's eyes twitched. "Brother, this is not proper etiquette. Do not lose the manner in front of the dragons."

Akashic Buddha chuckled confidently, "Brother, I am not well, could you lend me a hand to stand up?"

The sound of the door creaking and the footsteps of the dragons echoing through the hall were a stark reminder of the world's unyielding demands.

The two saints, their minds brimming with unseen strategies, awaited the arrival of the Azure Dragon and his companions. Their plans, though grand, were shrouded in mystery, and the fate of Honghuang hung in the balance.