The voice from deep within Ling Mountain resounded like thunder, it was the voice of Buddha.

Shiva sneered, "An insignificant nobody dares to contend for this divine position with me."

A Buddha figure, blocking the sun and covering the sky, appeared. Golden lotus petals danced around him like swirling blades.

"I also do not recognize you, but the Nirvana Path does not allow a god of destruction like you to walk upon it."

Buddha's face remained calm as a still well.

Shiva's body twisted, causing cracks to appear on the ground. The sky filled with dark clouds. This was the dance of Tandava, a dance that destroys heaven and earth.

"Buddha, why do you obstruct me?"

Sun Wukong stared intensely at Shiva, his battle intent burning fiercely in his eyes.

Buddha gazed at Ling Mountain with sorrow, his expression revealing reluctance.

This was not the expression Buddha should have.

"Wukong, take Ling Mountain and go to the Heavenly Court."

Buddha clenched his palm, and the thousand-zhang Ling Mountain shrank to three feet high, flying towards Sun Wukong.

"Buddha, what does this mean?"

"Hurry and go."

Buddha's voice turned stern as lotus petals around him transformed into countless feather-like blades, piercing towards Shiva.

Above him, Buddha's radiance surpassed all, and his compassionate face turned into a blood-red ghost face.

Even Buddha can feel anger.

From the three-foot Ling Mountain in Sun Wukong's hand, the sound of chanting scriptures emanated. Sun Wukong recognized this scripture, the mantra of salvation.

He no longer hesitated and transformed into a stream of light, flying towards the east.

"Have you thought about contending for this great path with me?"

Buddha roared angrily, and his mountain-like palm pressed down, enveloping Shiva within.