The golden light that filled the sky faded away, and the whole world returned to peace.
Kun Peng saw that Hua Dou had actually let Zhunti leave at his leisure and was deeply confused. He had been ready to risk his cultivation and fight a Saint, if only to repay Hua Dou Immortal Lord for saving his life. He fell silent and was about to speak when Hua Dou raised the Eight Trigrams Compass in his hand, covering them both beneath it.
Hua Dou said, "Are you wondering about Kong Xuan?"
Kun Peng said, "As always, you've thought it through. With a Saint's divine abilities, none of our movements can escape his Spiritual Sense. Perhaps only a wondrous treasure like your compass can conceal the Heavenly Secrets. I also know that the two of us have no chance of wresting Kong Xuan from Zhunti. Kong Xuan is a disciple of Saint Tongtian; he surely won't stand by and do nothing."
Hua Dou smiled. "We never intended to fight Zhunti. We only wanted to put a trace of Heaven and Earth's primordial violet qi into Kong Xuan's true spirit. We've already succeeded."
Kun Peng exclaimed, "Immortal Lord, your skill is truly remarkable. Even Zhunti failed to notice."
Hua Dou said, "That was the Eight Trigrams Compass. I don't have such abilities."
Kun Peng was even more astonished. He had known the compass was no ordinary object, but he hadn't realized it was so heaven-defying. "I sensed a strange power within it, a power that surpasses the strength of this world. I fear this compass is a peerless spiritual treasure."
Hua Dou thought to himself that the great cultivators of the Primordial World were all extraordinary. Kun Peng might not have a Saint's power, but he could still sense what was so