At the same time, in an unknown mountain range, a streak of black light transformed into a monk in black kasaya robes and abruptly appeared.
"Zhen Yuanzi truly lived up to his reputation..."
Gazing from afar in the direction of Longevity Mountain, Poxun murmured to himself.
Then he planted the Zen Staff into the ground and sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed.
"How is it?"
Wutian's voice rang out in his mind.
"The current situation of the Black Lotus protector is unclear. Whether he is alive or dead remains unknown. There is a spiritual treasure of heaven and earth inside Zhen Yuanzi's Wuzhuang Temple. I had only sent a clone close, and it was discovered."
Poxun transmitted with his divine sense, "If the Black Lotus Holy Envoy truly was captured by Zhen Yuanzi, then Master perhaps ought to consider..."
"Consider what?"
"Replacing the Black Lotus Holy Envoy."
"Mm... I understand. Leave this matter aside for now. Make a trip to Northern Kuru Continent."
"Northern Kuru Continent?"
"Correct!"
In Demon Saint Palace, Wutian's gaze was deep and unfathomable. "If we wish to replace the gods and Buddhas and occupy the Three Realms, how could this little bit of strength we have be enough? Go over there and gather demons and fiends to use for ourselves. That is a place neither the Heavenly Court nor the Buddhist Sect can manage."
"Yes, Master!" Poxun said.
Wutian's eyes turned cold. "My true body still cannot descend right now, so we can only leave Black Lotus to his own fortune. If he dies, I want all of Longevity Mountain wiped out until not even chickens or dogs remain."
His hatred for the gods and Buddhas ran incomparably deep.
But toward those who submitted to him, he was still comparatively tolerant and benevolent.
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