"This path is not easy to walk, and you can't handle it. You might as well let me, the old daoist, do it!"
Hearing these words from Journey to the West Hongjun, Wang Ming froze completely, not knowing how to reply for a moment.
Scold him directly? That violated Wang Ming's principle of stalling for time.
Not scold him? Enduring it was a bit agonizing.
Fortunately, Wang Ming no longer needed to struggle at that moment. Amidst a burst of pink light, energy, and matter that emerged around Wang Ming, a youthful and radiant woman appeared by his side.
She wore a pale red palace-style long dress, her full head of dark hair fluttering, her figure graceful and curvaceous, and her appearance lacking any flaw. The pink energy and matter shrouding her exterior made her form look hazy and ethereal to anyone other than Wang Ming, fully displaying a peerless and independent divine charm.
Yet the moment the woman opened her mouth, she immediately ruined this aloof goddess persona.
"Bah!"
"You shameless old wretch, you can actually say words like that, are you trying to fool a fool?"
In the void, Journey to the West Hongjun's avatar Dharma Appearance, condensed from energy and Principles of the Dao, quietly emerged. His figure was towering like a mountain, and his aura was unfathomably deep.
Hearing this, his expression changed abruptly, and his gaze suddenly turned as sharp as a blade, resembling the eyes of the Heavenly Will piercing through all things. A cold and stern might instantly erupted from the void above his head, akin to nine days of divine thunder roaring in unison, causing the laws of heaven and earth to vibrate along with it.
An intangible aura, overwhelming and vast, like a raging sea rolling and a divine mountain plummeting,