The main world,
Zixiao Palace,
Hong Jun was locked in a fierce tug-of-war with the Heavenly Dao when he sensed two auras suddenly emerge from the chaos. His brow lifted slightly.
"What are those two good-for-nothings up to?"
"Letting their auras run wild?"
"Are they afraid no one will realize how pathetic they are? With that little cultivation, they're still showing off... Hm?"
Hong Jun broke off mid-sentence with a surprised sound. He could feel that the two auras were much stronger than they had been a few days ago.
"Did they stumble upon some kind of opportunity in the chaos?!"
His interest piqued, Hong Jun flashed into the Western Saints' dojo, intending to wait for them to return and ask them about it...
He stared at the two figures sitting cross-legged on the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus, his mind going blank. He even wondered if he was seeing things.
"Master?"
Sensing a fluctuation beside them, Jieyin and Zhunti opened their eyes and looked at Hong Jun, who stood there in a daze.
"Wait, you... you two..."
Hong Jun came to his senses, his expression a mess. He could tell the two before him were neither clones nor illusions.
So here was the question: if they were here, who were the ones in the chaos?
Had he sensed things wrong?
Doubting his own sanity, Hong Jun spread out his divine sense, following the auras that had just erupted...
Well!
There was no need to track them down at all. The two auras had already left the chaos and were speeding toward the land of the Primordial World.
"This is... truly bizarre!"
Certain he hadn't sensed things wrong, Hong Jun furrowed his brow. Without another word, he grabbed the Western Saints by their collars and flashed after the two auras.
At the