While Little Golden Crow was imprisoned on the Solar Star, The Two from the West suddenly felt the Karma Line in their hearts stir and looked toward the Solar Star.
"Senior Martial Brother, what should we do? Are we really going to become the fuse for this great calamity?"
Zhunti looked troubled. Once Karma stirred, even saints found it difficult to predict.
"Wu and Demon show no respect for saints. They deserve this calamity!"
Jieyin glanced at Zhunti, his lips continuously chanting strange scriptures.
It was not that Wu and Demon showed no respect for saints; they simply did not respect these few in particular. Especially their Zhou Tian Stars Great Formation and Twelve Capital Gods and Fiends Great Formation—even after becoming saints, they found them exceptionally troublesome.
They could not understand how Hongjun had received Pangu's axe strike back then. Was the gap between them and the Dao Ancestor truly that vast?
Having become saints and ascended to the pinnacle of Myriad Spirits, they did not want any means below sainthood that could threaten them.
Thus, after discussing it, Zhunti and Jieyin, guided by the Demon God of Karma, wanted to eliminate these two threats.
Yet they were still hesitating over whether they should act. If they alarmed those three on Kunlun Mountain, they would be in deep trouble.
There were only two saints in the Western Lands, and their strength was comparatively weak. They simply could not contend against the Three Pure Ones.
To accomplish this, the two still needed to plan carefully.
At the same time, on Kunlun Mountain, Immortal Nanji had recently grown increasingly irritable. Several of the Immortal Cranes he raised had vanished at some point, and he had even found gnawed bones at the foot of a cliff.
Furious, Immortal Nanji gathered Guang Chengzi