"I clearly sensed a trace of an unfamiliar aura. Why has it vanished now?"
"Could it be that this Spirit of Weirdness wants to play hide-and-seek with me?"
San Zang walked alone through a dense forest, muttering to himself as he went.
Dense bamboo grew all around him, covering the surrounding mountainsides in thick clusters.
Just then, the sky gradually darkened as night fell. The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, without even the faintest sound.
The atmosphere around him was exceedingly strange—and exceedingly frightening.
Yet San Zang simply continued onward, his expression calm.
At the same time, his divine sense had enveloped an area spanning tens of thousands of star-li. If anything unusual happened within that range, he would sense it at once.
Yet he was deeply puzzled. He had clearly seen countless wisps of gray mist descend from the sky and enter this mountain range, but after arriving here, he had found nothing at all.
It truly left him baffled.
Just where had this Spirit of Weirdness hidden itself?
Suddenly, a fierce wind swept through the previously tranquil surroundings, making the bamboo all around sway and rustle.
A dense chorus of sounds came from every direction, but San Zang's expression remained utterly indifferent.
"I am a Golden Immortal, a Golden Immortal walking the world. The body of a Golden Immortal is untouched by all laws, and its life remains imperishable through ten thousand tribulations. You think you can play these tricks with me? These are games mortals play."
Watching the disturbance around him, a trace of disdain flashed through San Zang's eyes.
Weren't such petty tricks nothing more than games for mortals?
To use them before him?
They truly had not placed him in their eyes.
"Universe, suppress."
San Zang snorted coldly and slammed his right foot onto the ground.