Coming to Provoke Him? Tongtian Seeks Aid! Nuwa: Impossible!

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Before Biyou Palace, Sect Leader Tongtian, who had brought Xuanming straight to the doorstep, looked at the Dharmic Seat that had once been thriving and clamorous, now reduced to this ghostly state. The slight hesitation still lingering in his Dao heart immediately vanished.

At worst, they could fight and run, couldn't they?

No matter how powerful the Dao Ancestor was, could he really pursue him across boundless chaos to his world without coordinates?

Besides, even if he did chase them there, Tongtian had nothing to fear!

It was not as though their world lacked a Dao Ancestor.

As it happened, he was rather curious—which Dao Ancestor was stronger, the one from this world or the one from theirs?

Compared to Sect Leader Tongtian's indifferent expression, Xuanming, who followed closely beside him like a Daoist attendant, was far less composed.

This script had gone a little off the rails, hadn't it?

His original plan had been to fool Tongtian into coming over, then find an opportunity to kill Tang Sanzang and complete the mission first.

Even if someone noticed something was amiss afterward, he could still flee with the rewards—ptui, he would return laden with spoils.

But what was this now?

How had it turned into a king meeting a king?

Wasn't this a bit too reckless?

If this Tongtian believed them, things would be fine. But what if he did not? Wouldn't the two of them become Outer Realm Heavenly Demons?

However, Xuanming clearly had no say in the matter. He could only passively follow Sect Leader Tongtian as they charged headlong into Biyou Palace.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay... eh?"

Before the two had gone far, Daoist attendants emerged from the palace to greet them. They were just about to stop the pair when their words caught in their throats.

"M-Master?"

The two attendants exchanged astonished looks. Wasn't Master cultivating in seclusion in the Hall of Mental Cultivation? When had he come out?

"Stand down!"

Without changing expression, Sect Leader Tongtian barked the two bewildered attendants away, then led Xuanming straight toward the depths of Biyou Palace.

A moment later, the two stopped before an ancient-looking hall.

"This habit of his is exactly the same as mine!"

Sensing the aura unintentionally radiating from within the hall, Sect Leader Tongtian's expression as he stood outside the doors was somewhat complicated.

He could now basically confirm that the person inside really was himself.

But the more certain he became, the more unsettled he felt.

Yunxiao had put it well: why?

Why should their Jiejiao Sect be the ones to answer for that so-called Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods?

The Jiejiao Sect had many disciples and great strength, and there were indeed some among them who harbored crooked hearts and committed evil without cause. But that was not a reason to make them sacrifice themselves.

Especially when he thought of the Jiejiao Sect's final fate in this world, an urgent feeling surged in Sect Leader Tongtian's heart.

He had no intention of repeating the same mistakes!

With that thought, Sect Leader Tongtian directly dispelled his concealment technique and calmly sent a message to the Tongtian inside the hall.

"Fellow Daoist, an old friend has come to visit. Please come out for a chat!"

The next moment...

"Crash!"

Amid the thunderous sound of the hall doors shattering, Journey to the West Tongtian's displeased voice rang out beside them.

"Fellow Daoist, arriving uninvited is no way to be a guest. You two, you two... How dare you!!"

Before Journey to the West Tongtian could finish speaking, the scene outside the door had already appeared in his divine sense. Seeing that somewhat familiar face, his already foul mood instantly erupted into killing intent.

They actually dared to take his appearance and come to his door to provoke him?

Did they really think he, Tongtian, could no longer lift a sword?

However, Before Tongtian could decide how to deal with these two fellows, the man impersonating him casually raised a hand and waved it.

Whoosh!!

Accompanied by a faint sound of tearing air, four Immortal-Slaying Swords that were incomparably familiar, crackling with lightning, appeared at his side and flew up and down around him.

"This??"

Journey to the West Tongtian froze for a moment. He first stared at the four Immortal-Slaying Swords for a while, then took out his own Immortal-Slaying Sword.

The comparison left Journey to the West Tongtian utterly dumbfounded.

It was real?

They were all real?

How was that possible?

His Four Immortal Slaying Swords had only formed after a Chaos Supreme Treasure shattered. When the four swords became one, they were the foremost killing Innate Supreme Treasure beneath the Heavenly Dao.

How could there be another set?

Absolutely impossible!

Journey to the West Tongtian forcibly steadied himself and slapped a hand onto the Slaughtering Immortal Sword, instinctively intending to expose the counterfeit before him.

But before he could act, a soft sigh sounded beside his ear. "Daoist friend, do you no longer want your Biyou Palace?"

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Journey to the West Tongtian hurriedly stopped. His expression darkened as he said coldly, "Daoist friend, since you dare provoke me like this, I assume you would not mind taking a trip into the chaos with me?"

"I mind."

Sect Leader Tongtian gave a light laugh. Facing Journey to the West Tongtian's somewhat stunned gaze, his tone returned to calmness.

"Daoist friend, if you do not mind, then come with me first."

"???"

Journey to the West Tongtian froze for quite a while. Once he understood, he could not help laughing in extreme anger. "Daoist friend, I hope your strength is as tough as your mouth!"

"Heh heh, Daoist friend, after you!"

Sect Leader Tongtian smiled and said no more. Instead, he used the Four Immortal Slaying Swords to shield Xuanming and himself. After concealing their auras, he transformed into a streak of light and headed for the chaos.

After they left, Journey to the West Tongtian did not follow. Instead, he pondered whom he should ask about the situation.

Although he was confident in his own strength, he was not some brainless fool.

He could sense that fellow's strength was not much weaker than his own.

In other words, while he had been in secluded cultivation, another saint had appeared in the Great Desolation?

But why had there not been the slightest whisper of it before this?

Journey to the West Tongtian was filled with confusion.

Especially after he summoned the Water Attendant and Fire Attendant who had remained outside, only to discover that the Great Desolation was utterly tranquil and that no new Heaven-and-Earth Saint had been born, a thought abruptly flashed through his mind: Could those people be Outer Realm Heavenly Demons?

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, within the Wa Imperial Palace, Nuwa, the Great Desolation's only woman and also a neutral saint, suddenly awoke from her cultivation. She first frowned and calculated for a moment, then let out a somewhat helpless sigh.

"Daoist friend, the flourishing of Buddhism is the Dao Ancestor's intention, and it is also a rule derived from the Heavenly Dao. Obstructing the western journey will accomplish nothing."

"Who said I intended to obstruct the western journey?"

Journey to the West Tongtian's voice came from the horizon. By the time the final word fell, he had already appeared before Nuwa.

"Junior Sister, Tongtian did not come here because of Buddhism, but because I discovered traces of people from beyond the realm!"

"People from beyond the realm?"

Nuwa paused, her delicate brows knitting slightly. "Senior Brother, the Great Desolation World is vast beyond measure. When the world was opened, quite a few small worlds were scattered throughout the Great Desolation. Is it not perfectly normal to discover people from beyond the realm?"

"Normal? Heh heh..."

Tongtian chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of temptation. "Junior Sister, if they were merely people from beyond the realm, then of course it would be perfectly normal. But what if I told you that his strength is no weaker than mine?"

"That is impossible!"

Nuwa's expression changed slightly, and she instinctively shook her head. The entire Great Desolation World had only six saints ordained by Heaven.

How could saints possibly arise from those small worlds?

Absolutely impossible!