He whipped his head around and stared fixedly at the gray Light Gate, his Ghostly Green Hellfire flickering violently with frustration.
"Heh, you two arrived early."
Just as the two stood locked in confrontation, the atmosphere tense enough to draw swords, a gentle voice suddenly rang out, accompanied by a faint scent of sandalwood.
Beside the nebula vortex at the center of the crossroads, a young monk had appeared out of thin air, dressed in moon-white robes and holding a string of star prayer beads.
His face was handsome, his bearing solemn and majestic. Gentle yet profound Buddhist light radiated around him, but his aura was unmistakably that of the Return to Void Realm!
"Xing Chanzi!"
Sword Lord Xuansha and Old Ghost Youquan both paled, clearly deeply wary of the monk's arrival.
"Amitabha Buddha."
"The Star Palace has reappeared. All who share a karmic connection with it may enter to seek their destiny."
"Since Benefactor Yu could activate the Meteor Order and open the portal, he clearly shares such a connection with the Star Palace."
Xing Chanzi pressed his palms together and smiled. "Why must you two keep pressing him, needlessly adding to the slaughter?"
"Spare us your false compassion, bald donkey!"
Old Ghost Youquan snapped, "That brat carries precious treasures. Do you think you can convert him?"
"Get lost if you know what's good for you, or I'll refine you along with him!"
Xing Chanzi shook his head with a soft chuckle, showing no anger. His gaze swept across the three Light Gates, lingering briefly on the gray one as a barely perceptible glint of deeper meaning crossed his eyes.
Almost simultaneously, the void rippled at the end of another corridor, and a woman in magnificent court robes, her face veiled in gauze, stepped gracefully out.
She revealed little