"Where are Hongjin and the others, and Ao Qiong, Kong Qing...? Where is His Highness?"
The one who stepped out was Gongsun. He emerged slowly, countless stars behind him winding around one another as their radiance intertwined.
"Isn't there no one here?"
Beside Gongsun stood a child, sprawled atop a golden cloud. A grand formation was reflected in his pupils, its nine bends winding and echoing. One glance was enough to make one sink into it, their soul lost within, never to see daylight again.
On the other side stood a handsome young man with a black cloth wrapped around his head, covering his eyes.
Yet behind him rested a sword—a sword whose bloody light pierced the heavens.
It contained killing intent, boundless killing intent.
That killing intent had nearly taken form, becoming a terrifying savage beast crouched there without moving.
Its body bore Dao patterns and saint marks.
The saint marks contained the will of Saints, transformed into chains. Each chain stretched for ten thousand zhang, entwining with the stars to suppress that killing sword.
The Dao patterns were the Dao of the Great Luo. Each mark was a Dao, binding that killing sword fast.
The identities of these two were anything but ordinary. Their status within the Interception Sect was lofty; beneath the Saints, they stood above countless millions.
They were two of the Interception Sect's Nine Elders: the Child Emperor and Blood Sword Venerable.
"There are traces of the Great Luo here. They have already dispersed. He did not leave; he should have entered that place." Blood Sword Venerable spoke, his voice light and ethereal, without the slightest trace of emotion.
"Mount Potalaka... interesting. Could this be Mount Potalaka, the sacred ground of Guanyin Bodhisattva, one of the three great saints of the ancient Western Buddhist Sect?"