Tai Yi: Want to Imprison Me? Have You Asked My Master?

The enormous commotion in the street soon alerted people in every direction.

A series of hurried yet orderly clashes of armor came from afar, drawing closer and closer.

The soldiers who had heard the disturbance were converging from all directions.

At the same time, elsewhere in the city, a powerful aura shot into the sky and rushed toward the city gate at incredible speed.

As the light faded, it revealed a dignified figure wearing purple robes, with a third eye on his forehead.

The newcomer was none other than the Grand Preceptor of the Great Shang Dynasty, Wen Zhong.

The Human Dao Destiny in Chaoge City had undergone such a violent change that he sensed it immediately.

At first, he had assumed that a powerful enemy had invaded. Startled, he had immediately rushed toward the place where the Destiny had gathered at full speed.

But the scene before him left even him somewhat dumbfounded.

Di Xin was holding a baby in his arms, his expression calm.

And not far from his feet, in a pit, a disheveled figure was struggling to climb out.

This Daoist... looked familiar.

It was the Chan Sect's True Lord Taiyi!

Wen Zhong's heart stirred. He hurried forward and bowed.

"Your Majesty."

Then he looked at the disheveled figure and at Nezha, who was sleeping soundly in Di Xin's arms.

He had a vague guess, but the guess seemed so absurd that he found it difficult to believe.

Although the Chan Sect had always been at odds with the Interception Sect, and most of its disciples were arrogant, it was still a Sage's orthodox lineage.

How could they do something so despicable?

"Your Majesty, this... what happened?" Wen Zhong could not help asking.

Di Xin glanced at the sleeping Nezha in his arms, then looked toward