Arrival in the Western Desert, the Hypocrisy of Buddhism!

With their course of action decided, Xiao Wuji began making arrangements for what came next.

He looked at Ning Hongye, Feng Qingxue, and Hong Qingcheng.

"You three have just obtained Origin Qi and need time to refine it. Besides, the battles ahead will be extremely dangerous. There's no need for you to come with us."

He then turned to the Lame Old Beggar and the others.

"Old Lamey, you and the other junior brothers stay here, too. Keep them safe for me."

"Also, recover from your injuries as quickly as you can, then contact the other disciples of our Supreme Dao Field who are scattered across the land. Tell them that I, Xiao Wuji, have returned! Have them await my orders!"

"Yes, Sect Master!"

The Lame Old Beggar and the others accepted his command with a roar, their eyes alight with excitement and fervor.

They knew that a storm of reckoning was about to sweep across the Eastern Profound Region!

Once everything was arranged, Xiao Wuji didn't hesitate any longer.

"Yang'er, let's go!"

"Our first stop: the Western Desert, the Ancient Buddha Holy Land!"

He swept his hand through the air, ripping open the space before him and revealing a profoundly deep spatial passage.

"I sense that the Great Luo Immortal Sword's most crucial component—the Sword Hilt—is inside that Great Thunder Sound Temple!"

Xiao Yang nodded without hesitation. Holding Anlan's Spear, he followed right behind his father and stepped into the spatial passage.

The father and son vanished from the spot in an instant.

Only Ning Hongye and the others remained, watching the spatial rift slowly close as they silently prayed for the two of them.

They knew that from this moment on, the Eastern Profound Region, peaceful for countless millennia, would know no more peace!

The Western Desert.

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