"Take a disciple?"
Yang Zhao, the Blood Ancestor, the Nine Heavens Thunder Venerable, and the Primordial Lord Xuan Yin-the four Golden Immortal titans-looked momentarily startled.
The Eastern Wood Duke looked at the two women, the Ten Ultimate Immortal and the Purple Cloud Fairy. Ancient Dao Rhyme stirred in the depths of his eyes. After studying them for three breaths, his gaze returned to calm, but thunder exploded in his heart.
For those three breaths, the Eastern Wood Duke examined the two women with the discerning eyes of a late-stage Golden Immortal.
Threads of karma, trajectories of fate, traces of reincarnation-all information about their origins that a Golden Immortal could perceive seemed to sink into a mire around the two women. The more he looked, the blurrier it became; the more he calculated, the more chaotic it grew.
It was as though an existence stronger than him had long since laid a heaven-shrouding Grand Formation over their destinies, preventing even Golden Immortals from prying.
He was inwardly astonished. Strange, truly strange. Even with my late-stage Golden Immortal cultivation, I cannot see through these two women's origins.
It is as though they are shrouded in fog, with karma intertwined and space-time disordered, impossible to untangle.
The Eastern Wood Duke formed a conjecture: the two women likely had extraordinary backgrounds.
So extraordinary that even a late-stage Golden Immortal could not pry into them, so extraordinary that even the power of cause and effect warned him not to investigate further. In hundreds of millions of years in the Investiture of the Gods Great World, he had never encountered an existence of this level.
Countless thoughts turned through the Eastern Wood Duke's mind, but his expression remained utterly calm. He cupped his hands in greeting. "Fairy, please open the True Immortal World and send everyone