Longevity Mountain, within Wuzhuang Temple.
Lu Chuan's return could not help but lift the spirits of all the gods and immortals, especially those of the Wudang Mountain line. They had personally seen Lu Chuan stay behind to cover their retreat, winning them a thread of life.
Nothing made them happier than seeing Lu Chuan return safe and sound.
Inside the great hall, Zhen Yuanzi and the others sat down as host and guests.
Zhen Yuanzi said, "The Imperial Lord's safe return is truly a fortunate thing."
Shen Gongbao looked Lu Chuan up and down and said, "Where exactly have you been running off to all these years, kid?"
He had already learned from Wutian that the one on Wudang Mountain had merely been Lu Chuan's incarnation.
"I went to search for the Sarira."
As Lu Chuan spoke, he turned his hand over, and his palm was filled entirely with sarira. He said, "Now I have found all the Sarira. There are still three months until the day this thirty-three-year calamity ends. If we cannot rescue Buddha within these three months, then the calamity will continue for another thirty-three years."
"By then, who knows what the Three Realms will have become? So next, I will enter seclusion for three months. The day I emerge will be the day of the final decisive battle with Wutian."
"The Sarira?"
Everyone looked at the handful of sarira in Lu Chuan's hand, their faces full of astonishment.
Shen Gongbao could not help saying, "Weren't five of the sarira in Wutian's hands?"
"I issued him a challenge."
Lu Chuan did not tell everyone about his time as an undercover agent. "As long as he handed the sarira over to me, I would fight him alone in a life-and-death decisive battle three months later, to decide the