Above the Endless Great Wilderness in the east of the Buddhist Realm, Ning Chen and Aizen Myōō streaked eastward at top speed.
After destroying the White Tiger Divine Temple and seizing the Origin Crystal Pagoda, the two left as quickly as possible, avoiding the pursuers who could arrive at any moment.
The Hall of Gods was filled with experts like clouds, and the two had not grown arrogant enough to make enemies of the entire Hall of Gods.
For an entire day and night, the two sped eastward, with the Central Heaven Realm already close at hand.
"Almost there."
Aizen Myōō looked into the distance and spoke.
"Keep moving. Make every moment count."
Ning Chen did not slow down, continuing to race forward.
Aizen Myōō nodded and sped onward with him.
The border between the two realms lay right before them. Yet at that moment, clouds surged across the heavens behind them, and an overwhelming divine might rapidly closed in, growing ever faster.
"Not good."
Sensing it, Ning Chen turned back, his expression changing slightly.
He was no stranger to this pressure.
The Fifth Realm!
In the Buddhist Realm, there were no more than a handful of people capable of such pressure. And this person's aura was so unfamiliar that his identity was clear at a glance.
The White Tiger Divine Lord!
"Aizen, go first. I'll hold him back!"
Ning Chen turned around and stopped, speaking gravely.
"If we leave, we leave together."
Aizen Myōō halted as well, anxiety written across his face.
"If we stay together, neither of us will get away. Go!"
Ning Chen shouted, "With you here, I can't focus on fighting. I have Phoenix Speed and the Undying Demonic Body. He can't kill me!"
"Then be careful! You must come back alive. I'll wait for you