Ambush the Western Travelers

Luo Hou's remnant soul was in that abandoned formation eye on Penglai Island, cursing as he repaired the damaged World-Destroying Black Lotus while sensing the utter fall of Chen Xuan's Dao Heart.

"Hmph, Hongjun, Heavenly Dao, and that damned Minghe—once I recover my strength, I'll make the lot of you pay!"

With a turn of his demonic thought, he contacted Chen Xuan, who had already been completely corroded by the Demonic Seed.

"Chen Xuan—no, I should be calling you Tongtian!"

Luo Hou's voice rang directly through Chen Xuan's sea of consciousness, now flooded with demonic intent, carrying an undeniable temptation and command.

"I need time to recover, and you must announce your return to this world!"

"Go. Find the pilgrim traveling west for the scriptures, that monk called Tang Sanzang, and kill him!"

"Block Buddhism's path of eastward spread and throw their fate into chaos! This is the first step in restoring the prestige of your Jie Sect!"

Chen Xuan—or rather, the man who believed himself to already be Tongtian Cult Master—snapped his eyes open.

Not the slightest clarity remained in his gaze. Only obsessive ambition and pitch-black demonic flames burned there.

"Tang Sanzang? A mere ant is worthy of this Cult Master taking action personally?"

His tone was arrogant, and the Demonic Qi around him wove strangely with the remnants of Shangqing Immortal Light, blasting the quiet chamber into utter disarray.

"However, since it is Fellow Daoist Luo Hou's request, this Cult Master shall make the trip. Crushing a few insects to death along the way is no matter."

"Hahaha! Good! I shall remain here and await your good news!" Luo Hou's remnant soul let out a satisfied, sinister laugh.

Chen Xuan rose to his full height. With one step, he had already left Penglai Island, riding a streak