Huff, huff!
His snores roared through the meditation room.
The corpse of the King of Wuji suddenly stiffened and stood upright. Then, wrapped in a strange aura, it vanished, leaving behind only a stain on the floor that looked like blood.
Yet everything that had happened escaped the notice of the five sleeping pilgrims.
What powerful being stood behind the King of Wuji, supporting him in secret?
Was it Manjushri Bodhisattva?
For now, the truth remained unknown!
Early the next morning.
After the five pilgrims woke, they discovered that the King of Wuji's corpse had vanished without a trace.
"Eldest Brother, use your Eye of Delusion to investigate."
Huanglong said to Sun Wukong.
In an instant.
Golden light filled the air. Sun Wukong's eyes pierced through one rule after another, but even after a long while, he still found nothing unusual.
"It wasn't the Devil Dao at work. Those rules feel a little like Jiang Chen and Han Ba from back then, but they're filled with an even more evil aura. They don't seem to belong to the Primordial World."
Sun Wukong spoke calmly.
Jiang Chen and Han Ba were renowned progenitors of zombies. Their cultivation had reached the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, though within the vast Primordial World, they were still obscure figures.
The rules surrounding the King of Wuji seemed more like the Blood Demon Great Dao once wielded by Demon Lord Hong Yun, yet they also carried an indescribable Dao Resonance that left Sun Wukong and the others intrigued.
"Forget it. Let's go see the Quanzhen Daoist first!"
"The Journey to the West isn't a smooth road. The Primordial World is constantly devouring the other Great Thousand Worlds around it, bringing the lands and inhabitants of those barbarous regions into its fold. Perhaps the rules around