Patriarch Bodhi had left, while Uchiha Shin remained sitting there quietly. Then he slowly lay down, pillowing his head on his hands as he gazed at the dark sky.
He pondered what he should do next, and how he should contend with those great figures of the Three Realms.
It would not be easy. Those great figures had all lived for countless years; they were ancient monsters. He was only a little over a hundred years old in this world, still far inferior to them by comparison.
Yet Uchiha Shin did not shrink back because of this. Though he could not match them in age or experience, he was young, and he had confidence. Besides, Uchiha Shin knew what was to come, since he had read Journey to the West.
Using those events, he could hold his own against those great figures.
What was more, there was Golden Cicada. Though Golden Cicada was currently in the mortal world, merely an ordinary mortal, several hundred years later, when he journeyed to Western Heaven to obtain the scriptures, his influence would surely be immense. With Golden Cicada involved, those great figures would find it difficult to focus all their strength on attacking him.
Thinking over these matters, Uchiha Shin gradually fell asleep.
After spending the night atop that huge boulder, Uchiha Shin felt a chill running through his back. Although he was already an Immortal with formidable cultivation, sleeping on a large rock was still rather uncomfortable.
After stretching lazily, Uchiha Shin looked up. The weather was still poor today.
It was not that there was no sun, but that the sun was frequently obscured by the clouds in the sky—great masses of soldiers moving about overhead like dark clouds.
After breakfast, Uchiha Shin came to the entrance of Slanting Moon Three