At the sight of this young man, gasps rang out around Ye Lin. Countless heavenly prodigies stared in shock at the simply dressed youth riding a green ox ahead of them.
"Fellow Daoists, this poor Daoist is Sanzang. Greetings."
The simply dressed youth—Sanzang—cupped his hands in salute toward the crowd before him.
The surrounding youths did not dare be careless and hurriedly returned the salute.
Every one of them watched Sanzang with extreme wariness in their eyes.
The Daoist title Sanzang had been personally bestowed by the God of Slaughter.
Sanzang—the first burial, buries the heavens.
The second burial, buries the earth.
The third burial, buries all living beings.
Seeing this, Sanzang smiled faintly, then quietly remained seated atop the young man without another word, as though waiting for something.
"Hahaha, Sanzang, you got here fast. I've fallen behind."
At that moment, a hearty laugh rang out.
From the other side of the Starry Sky, a youth clad in golden armor and bathed in golden light approached with his hands clasped behind his back.
With every step he took, a golden lotus bloomed beneath his feet, while an incomparably lethal aura radiated from his body.
Before he had even arrived, that aura was already crushing the people around him until they could barely breathe.
"Zhang Wusheng... this guy came too."
One heavenly prodigy gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.
The other heavenly prodigies looked just as grim. One by one, they stood where they were with dark expressions, no one knowing what they were thinking.
"Fellow Daoists, I am Zhang Wusheng. Greetings."
Zhang Wusheng smiled as he cupped his hands toward the gathered heavenly prodigies.
The heavenly prodigies around him returned the gesture with smiles that did not reach their eyes.
"What? You came without informing me? You