Chaos, Zixiao Palace

The Six Saints of the Heavenly Dao each took their places. The Sanqing sat on the futons to Old Ancestor Hongjun's left,

"Senior Brother, let's go over there."

Seeing this, the brothers Zhunti and Jieyin had no choice but to sit on the futons to the right,

After the two had taken their seats, they saw that Empress Nuwa was still standing where she was.

"Senior Sister, there's still a seat here. Why aren't you sitting?"

Jieyin pointed at the futon beside him and said with his palms pressed together, "The Six Saints of the Heavenly Dao have exactly six futons."

"No need. I've spent so long standing in Wa Huang Heaven molding clay sculptures that I often end up sitting for long periods. Since I rarely go out, I might as well stand for a while!"

Clearly, Empress Nuwa had no intention of indulging Zhunti. She directly refused, her face full of disdain.

Once all the Saints had arrived, Old Ancestor Hongjun got straight to the point.

"You people have more or less learned that the demons are rising, I presume?"

"Then this old Daoist will say no more. Let's get straight to the matter. In twenty days, the demons will rise!"

The moment he said this, it rang in the Saints' ears like a thunderclap, especially for Jieyin and Zhunti.

"May I ask, Dao Ancestor—"

"This twenty days refers to...?"

Zhunti immediately asked. There was a great deal riding on those twenty days.

If twenty days in Heaven still left room for maneuvering, then twenty days in the Mortal Realm would pass in the blink of an eye.

"The Mortal Realm!"

Those words from Old Ancestor Hongjun completely stunned Jieyin and Zhunti. Heaven truly did not favor Western Buddhism.

It had only been ten days at most since