Who Will Stand Up for Northern Continent's Disciples

Jade-Wave Pool.

A gaunt monk in white robes crouched quietly by the pool, scooping up the bone-piercingly cold water and washing his beautiful, slender hands over and over without weariness.

Soon, several streaks of flowing light swept over soundlessly, taking human form behind him.

"How did it go?" The white-robed monk flicked the droplets from his fingertips, rose calmly to his feet, and looked back at the Bodhisattvas.

"Venerable..." The Bodhisattvas' expressions were somewhat unsightly. As though by prior agreement, they all lowered their heads.

Northern Continent had always been territory governed by the Three Immortals Sect. Above, its three great sect masters held the fort; below, there were inheritances from hundreds of caves and thousands of lineages. Not to mention that the Immortal Court's Five Imperial Lords occasionally came here to preach the Dharma.

In the past, with a bit of disguise, they could more or less have gathered some information.

But ever since Great Freedom Pure World Bodhisattva had acted last time and slain those several immortal sect disciples, the entire Northern Continent's vigilance toward unfamiliar faces had become an impregnable fortress.

The strangeness of this change was in no way inferior to what they had encountered when Southern Sumeru's continent had been breached.

Worse still, they had heard that Youyao True Person of Clear Light Cave had suffered losses while competing for a Daoist grounds, and now her heart was filled with thoughts of using their heads to restore her prestige.

On their way back today to request an audience with Pure World Bodhisattva, the few of them had nearly been spotted by that group of Three Immortals Sect disciples. At this rate, let alone gathering intelligence, they feared they would soon be unable to take a single step in Northern Continent.

And though Great Freedom Pure