Lu Sheng had just sat down inside the earthen cave and was about to take out the things he had gathered earlier from his Sumeru Pouch.
Suddenly, every hair on his body stood on end. He clearly sensed that something seemed to be watching him. Almost by reflex, he shot out of the cave and looked toward the snake demon from afar.
Sure enough, the snake demon was smiling faintly in his direction, as though signaling something.
No. She was not smiling at him. Lu Sheng abruptly turned around and happened to see a streak of golden fire descend from the sky behind him, transforming into a handsome white-haired man in brocade robes.
The man bowed from afar toward the snake demon.
"The merit of mending the heavens belongs to those capable of claiming it. If any of you are interested, you may lend your aid yourselves." The man's tone was calm, but the meaning behind his words was deeply suggestive.
"Excellent. The Three Pure Ones have sent the Heaven-Reaching Giant Turtle, my brother Fu Xi has sent the Yin-Yang Perfect Eight Trigrams Furnace, and the Seven-Colored Stone is from my own collection. Who else is willing to act?" the snake demon asked calmly.
"I can survey the positions of the four poles." A golden halo lit up in the distant sky. Within it sat a middle-aged daoist with a sallow face. Lu Sheng's heart jolted. So many people had been nearby, yet he had not sensed a thing just now.
He had now noticed something amiss. These people were either at the peak among Quasi-Sages, or they were true Saints.
The golden-robed man beside him, for instance, gave him an intense, needle-pricking sense of threat. Even his true body had withdrawn tightly into the deepest part of his divine