Taishang

As Taishang traveled through the starry sky, Chen Nan had always harbored a trace of doubt. At last, unable to hold it back, he turned to the Ancestral Witches beside him, cupped his hands, and asked curiously, "Seniors, why are you all so eager to find the Taishang of this world? Over the years, what I have heard most often is that you intend to capture Taishang. This matter seems to have become an obsession for you all."

After spending day and night together over these years, he had long noticed that the Witch Clan cared exceptionally deeply about this world's Taishang. It did not seem like a mere campaign against the Heavenly Dao's lackeys; rather, there seemed to be several other emotions mixed in.

Gonggong burst into hearty laughter, his tone brimming with teasing schadenfreude. "Hahaha, it's not such a big deal. It's just that the two words 'Taishang' have deep ties to an old friend of ours. If that fellow learns that there is actually someone in this world with the same name, willingly serving as the Heavenly Dao's running dog and acting as a tiger's accomplice, his expression is sure to be spectacular."

Chen Nan listened silently, yet instantly grasped the deeper meaning behind those words.

He understood in secret: the Taishang of the Primordial Wilderness must have shared an exceptionally deep friendship with the Ancestral Witches.

They appeared to be waiting to laugh at their old friend, but in truth, they could not tolerate some petty scoundrel of this world tarnishing the name "Taishang."

Their teasing was only on the surface. In truth, they wanted to personally erase this filthy stain and protect their old friend's reputation.

The thought vanished in an instant. The group once again tore through the void, soon arriving in a deathly