Miao Gu froze. Why was he being warned? Then, in an instant, he understood. Even this incomparably domineering devil had things he worried about.
Wang Qingzhou had beaten up a whole group of patriarchs. Though they were not their true bodies, merely manifested Imperial Dao Lights, if word reached their ears, it would surely be a grave act of disrespect.
Miao Gu was lost in thought. He carefully pondered it, recalling the earlier events. It really was absurd.
A normal battle would have been one thing, but in the recent confrontation, the moment Wang Qingzhou saw familiar faces, he had been... incomparably thrilled and excited, insisting on beating every single one of them. He was truly deranged.
He was somewhat speechless. Did this Devil Wang truly have deep ties to the patriarchs? Why did he seem more like someone who deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors?
"Junior Nephew, prepare carefully, then call them," Wang Xuan said, already assuming the bearing of an elder.
Miao Gu felt genuinely awkward and bitter. The consequences of losing so badly in one battle were simply too severe. For no reason at all, he had brought a pitch-black mountain down upon his own head.
While he sorted out the Imperial Dao Origin Pool components, Wang Xuan asked about other matters, wanting a deeper understanding of the Old Supernatural Center from before the 23rd Era.
Sure enough, some of it matched Wang Xuan's guesses.
That old center had been an experimental ground.
The saints had been researching how to safely merge it with the Other Shore and restore an eternal, incorruptible Mythical Pure Land.
Such a matter was highly dangerous, so they had not dared to conduct it at the original No. 1 Supernatural Source. The Old Supernatural Center from before the 23rd Era had