The second heavy snowfall arrived.
Sect Master Tongtian saw a familiar face. Nezha had come.
Nezha still looked like the same Nezha, but he was no longer the same Nezha.
Nezha no longer looked as young and inexperienced as before. There was more weariness and gloom in his expression.
"Great Sage, I only came to see you after all this time. You won't blame me, will you?"
Sect Master Tongtian could not help laughing.
"Why would I blame you? Tell me what happened."
With a wave of Sect Master Tongtian's hand, fine wine and delicious food appeared before them.
"Bottoms up."
After the two exchanged toasts for a while, Nezha, whose tolerance for alcohol had clearly improved, finally told him everything that had happened a hundred years ago.
Only then did Sect Master Tongtian learn that he had been imprisoned beneath Five Finger Mountain for a full five hundred years.
Back then, after Ancestor Hongjun had bound Sect Master Tongtian and robbed him of consciousness, Old Ancestor Bodhi and the Interception Sect had both fallen out with Ancestor Hongjun.
However, Ancestor Hongjun had somehow cultivated a divine ability, and Old Ancestor Bodhi and the Interception Sect had suffered a crushing defeat.
If Sakyamuni Buddha, Jiang Ziya, and the arriving Human Emperor Di Xin, along with the various people on Sect Master Tongtian's side, had not formed the Heaven-Destroying Earth-Annihilating Limitless Fiendish Formation and attempted to perish together with Ancestor Hongjun,
Ancestor Hongjun would likely have suppressed Old Ancestor Bodhi, Saint Tianhai, Saint Duobao, Saint Kong Xuan, and the White Lotus Sect Master, along with the others!
As for Amitabha Buddha and the many experts at the Peach Banquet, they had all stood on Ancestor Hongjun's side.
After a confrontation and round of negotiations,
Ancestor Hongjun still had Amitabha Buddha suppress