The Six Saints barely needed to discuss it. They simultaneously raised their hands, tore open the void, and stepped into a spatial passage.
Su Miao barely spoke along the way.
Occasionally, fragments of stars swept past her, but she did not even glance at them.
Tongtian looked back at her from time to time.
The third time he turned around, he could no longer hold it in.
"Miao Heng, did that old man scare you?
"He never lets anyone have any peace."
The irritation on Su Miao's face was impossible to hide, yet she answered against her true feelings.
"No."
"Then why have you been scowling the entire way, like someone owes you tens of thousands of spirit stone mines?"
Su Miao ignored him and turned to stare blankly at the grayish-white Chaotic Qi outside.
She had not been frightened. She was thinking about the three-day deadline Hongjun had given them. Neither of the two options could be chosen.
She had to find a third path. Otherwise, the training ground of the Farm Teachings Disciples would become a slaughterhouse, and the Prehistoric World would suffer another calamity like the Witch-Demon War.
The Six Saints entered Supreme Purity Peak on Kunlun Mountain almost one after another.
Zhunti and Jieyin followed at the rear. Zhunti tried several times to approach Su Miao and speak with her, only for Yuanshi to subtly block him each time.
Tongtian released her hand, looked around, and spoke bluntly.
"Everyone's here? Then sit down and talk."
There were not enough ready-made seats on the platform of Supreme Purity Peak.
Laozi waved a hand, and several slabs of bluestone rose from the ground. Faint Spiritual Light flowed across their surfaces. They were warm and smooth to the touch, like old jade that had been handled for countless years.