The immortal grottoes of Jiuhua Mountain, Five Dragon Mountain, Taihua Mountain, Jade Spring Mountain, and Jinting Mountain hung beyond Azure Nether like stars, at the edge of the boundless starry sky. At night, they shone brightly enough to rival the moon.
Now, after hearing Wusheng Laomu's warning, the "brilliant lights" flickered one by one, as though frightened into silence. But they soon recovered, and their consciousnesses crossed vast distances in an instant, entering the Jade Void Palace directly and taking on their corresponding forms. For a moment, they could only look at one another without a word.
"Our teacher still hasn't shown himself," Guangchengzi said through their thoughts, smiling bitterly.
These were different times. During the Investiture of the Gods, their master had stood at the very summit of the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds. Apart from the Transcendents, who were beyond discussion, he had been hailed as the oldest of the Other Shore. Though the twelve immortals of Jade Void had faced a tribulation, they had been full of confidence and stood tall. They had never feared any faction; even when facing Martial Uncle Lingbao, they had dared to speak their minds freely. But now, their teacher had vanished for countless ages in pursuit of the Dao Fruit. Every trace and arrangement left behind dated back to the Ancient Times, making it hard to believe he would return in time. And Moral Martial Uncle was being held back by Amitabha Buddha, unable to come to their aid.
In such circumstances, who would dare ignore a warning from a true Other Shore Great Figure?
Guangchengzi could already picture what had happened to the Lady Sanxiao during the Investiture of the Gods. They had truly been moths rushing into the flames, ants trying to stop a chariot—retreating in disgrace without so