Above the desolate sky.
Because the Buddhist Gate Repayment Gathering was about to begin, very few cultivators, ghosts, or monsters could be seen near West Creek Commandery and the Eight-Treasure Merit Pool at this time.
Yet this dead silence.
Was soon broken by a flash of extreme escaping light.
Purple-black qi energy slashed across the sky, and amidst it, Venerable Wutian wore a cold expression in his eyes.
It was hard to imagine that, having reached his level in the Myriad Phenomena Heaven Late Realm, he would end up in such a wretched state on his own Buddhist Gate's territory.
Yet right now he had no mind to care about any of that.
Because he could clearly sense that the terrifying aura behind him was rapidly surging toward him.
He truly surrendered to this.
So many targets just now...
Why did it have to keep chasing him?!
Venerable Wutian clenched his teeth, feeling deeply aggrieved and resentful in his heart.
Yet what brought him some peace of mind was that although that white-clothed female cultivator possessed terrifying strength and shocking battle prowess,
she seemed rather inept at movement techniques.
Having chased for so long, the distance between them had not closed by much.
Judging by this situation, he should have no major problems escaping back alive to the banks of the Eight-Treasure Merit Pool.
"Hmph..."
At this thought, Venerable Wutian let out a cold snort in the bottom of his heart.
Once he returned to the Eight-Treasure Merit Pool, no matter how heaven-shakingly powerful her backers were, they would never dare to strike in a place where such Arhats and Venerables gathered!
As for afterward...
He would honestly stay in places with many people.
No matter how the Buddha Son ordered and directed him, for a short time, he would