Sect Master Tongtian's expression changed slightly, and he laughed bitterly inwardly—he had looked composed just now, but in truth he had already been forcing himself to hold on! Now that the three Sages were enraged, their attacks had lost all order, crashing down like a raging storm and completely disrupting the rhythm of his careful calculations.
One must know: defeating one Sage in single combat relied on deep foundations; withstanding two Sages alone without collapsing depended on surpassing cultivation. But to take on three Sages joining forces head-on? That required either reaching the realm of a Sect Master or wielding an Innate Supreme Treasure! Tongtian had only seemed at ease earlier because he had avoided the solid and struck the weak, targeting their openings.
Now that the three were madly attacking without restraint, he could no longer deal with them. With a flash, he fled beyond the River of Destiny like a wisp of azure smoke, leaving only the roars of the three Sages echoing through the shattered void.
Meanwhile, after empress Nuwa and the two Western Great Enlightenment Undying Sect Masters—Amitabha buddha and Zhunti buddha Mother—had agreed upon their alliance, she returned to Wa Huang Palace. Reclining sideways upon a fragrant couch, her fair hand unconsciously tapped the edge of the jade bed. Her delicate brows were lightly furrowed as she pondered the path ahead for the Yao Race.
"Alas..." The empress sighed lightly, and her melancholy spread like mist, thread after thread winding around the palace beams and lingering long within Wa Huang Palace. Her brows drew together faintly as she traced through the air with a fingertip—the River of Destiny abruptly unfolded before her, its water waves deep and shadowed. Within it was reflected the Yao Race Destiny, thin as a wandering thread, pale as azure mist,