Each With Their Own Thoughts

In Uchiha Yuzhen's eyes, Yuanshi Tianzun was a kindly old man with white hair bound beneath a crown, dressed in a plain robe with wide sleeves, a whisk in hand, a circular halo above his head, and a seventy-two-colored mantle draped over his shoulders.

Yuzhen did not fear this great being.

He strode boldly up to him, gave a slight polite bow, and asked, "May I ask why Your Venerable One summoned me? What guidance do you have for me?"

Uchiha Yuzhen knew very well that he was not the sort of person who liked to beat around the bush.

Therefore, when facing this being described in A Comprehensive Mirror of Immortals Throughout the Ages as "the ancestor who presides over the Heavenly Realm"—

It was best to speak plainly.

Hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun, who had remained seated in the palace, waved his large hand, and a meditation cushion appeared before Yuzhen.

"No hurry. Please take a seat first, little friend."

Uchiha Yuzhen did not suspect anything. He sat properly upon the cushion and quietly watched Yuanshi Tianzun, awaiting what he would say next.

Seeing this, Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly. "It seems you are a straightforward person, little friend. Then this old man need not keep beating around the bush."

"I will speak plainly. Little friend, you should have come from Little Garden, correct? I wish to cooperate with you!"

As an ancient old monster, Yuanshi Tianzun knew how to tailor his approach when he needed something.

After all, this little fellow he had invited—

Had already attained such formidable strength at such a young age...

Even his disciples had no choice but to acknowledge that.

After so many years of cultivation, the so-called Twelve Golden Immortals were merely twelve three-digit beings in Little Garden.

And even among them, some