How Can You Be So Weak Yet Speak So Loudly?

Duke rode the clouds eastward. There was still some time before the Flood Dragon Demon King's banquet, but since he was already out, he might as well look around.

Duke had no intention of rushing to cultivate either. At his current realm, what he needed was enlightenment rather than cultivation. No matter how long he toiled, it would not be as effective as a single fortunate opportunity.

Besides, if he wanted to increase his cultivation, he could just rely on himself. What was the point of cultivating?

Duke did not travel particularly fast on his cloud. As he admired the magnificent landscape beneath the clouds, he pondered Sai Taisui's affairs. Tang Sanzang's westward journey for scriptures lasted fourteen years in total. Though Duke did not know in which year the master and disciples subdued Sai Taisui, he was certain of one thing: in three more years, they would definitely arrive at the Vermilion Purple Kingdom.

Comparing the distance between the Vermilion Purple Kingdom and the Great Tang of the East, Tang Monk and his disciples should already be on the westward road!

Duke had little interest in Tang Monk's flesh. The claim that a bite of the flesh of a good man from ten lifetimes could grant immortality was all nonsense, merely an excuse for the eighty-one trials.

Duke had no intention of provoking the scripture seekers, but he still flew westward along their route. He wanted to confirm how far Tang Monk had traveled. Perhaps he could even catch some excitement.

After passing Yellow Brow's Little Western Heaven Thunderclap Temple, he soon arrived at Jisaiguo Kingdom. The precious pearl of Golden Light Temple had been stolen, and the king had arrested monks to take the blame. The place was currently in utter chaos.

Further east, he passed Accumulated Thunder