At that moment, tens of millions of miles away.
Yang Jian, Nezha, and the Primordial Spirits of the gods appeared in a stretch of sky. In the distance, a streak of demonic light was fleeing in a panic.
"Monster, don't run!"
Nezha stepped on his Wind Fire Wheels and was about to give chase, but Yang Jian raised a hand and stopped him. "Don't chase yet. Protecting everyone's Primordial Spirits as they return to their original bodies is the proper business. Speaking of which, that monster even did us a favor!"
"Senior Brother Yang is right."
Nezha thought it over and smiled as well. "I never expected Wutian to be that cunning. He actually hid everyone's Primordial Spirits inside this Black Lotus. If not for that demon, we really might not have been able to find the gods' Primordial Spirits. This fellow truly did us a huge favor."
The two of them had been ordered to go to the Underworld to rescue the gods, but they had only found the gods' physical bodies; their Primordial Spirits had been hidden somewhere else by Wutian.
They had searched bitterly without success and could only bring the gods' bodies out first. Then they had run into Black Robe, this great protector under Wutian.
Originally, with their strength and their army, dealing with a mere Black Robe should not have been a problem. But unexpectedly, the moment Black Robe met them, he directly offered up a Black Lotus. Beneath that Black Lotus, they had no power to fight back and were sucked inside.
However, what they had not expected was that inside this Black Lotus, they saw the gods' Primordial Spirits imprisoned within. In the end, it was still Yang Jian who was quick-witted. After summoning Peacock Wisdom King, the two of them joined