Queen Mother Chi Yao muttered inwardly, Could the other party be stronger than us? Could it be a Saint?
The moment this thought surfaced in Queen Mother Chi Yao's mind, she dismissed it.
A Saint?
Saints had long since vanished from the Three Realms.
They had long since left the Three Realms as well.
Within the Three Realms,
there were only Saint avatars.
And even the strongest Saint avatar would only be at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.
If a Saint had descended into the Three Realms,
the Dao Ancestor could not possibly have remained unresponsive.
The current Three Realms could not withstand a Saint's descent.
Should a Saint descend,
the entire Three Realms might undergo a massive upheaval.
Yet the Three Realms remained perfectly peaceful.
That could only mean
no Saint had descended into the Three Realms.
Then who was the owner of that terrifying divine sense that had flashed by?
That would have to be investigated slowly.
The West.
Spirit Mountain.
Inside the Great Hero Hall.
The Buddhas had also sensed that terrifying divine sense that had flashed by. Their brows furrowed slightly as each employed their own methods,
trying to calculate the identity behind that terrifying divine sense.
Now that the West was flourishing
and the Journey to the West had arrived,
they did not want any unforeseen variables to arise at such a crucial moment.
After making their calculations,
the Buddhas exchanged glances
and shook their heads.
Clearly,
they had failed to calculate anything.
At this moment, Tathagata Buddha, seated high upon the Twelve-Petal Golden Lotus, slowly spoke. "Guanyin Bodhisattva, you have always been in charge of the Journey to the West."
"Have any changes occurred recently?"
The Journey to the West had arrived.
A terrifying divine sense had swept through the entire Three