The Monk Dared to Ask the Golden Immortal to Sleep

"Senior, you must be an existence who has transcended the Two Realms. It would be inconvenient for you to meddle in the mundane affairs of the mortal world."

Qi Xian did his utmost to steady his emotions. He glanced at Shen Yi beside him, whose expression showed no change. Even after being intercepted, the other man remained so calm; he must have anticipated this long ago. It probably was not some life-threatening calamity.

He immediately wanted to distance himself from the matter and said to the white-robed monk, "We came here on the Sect's decree. May I ask whom Senior is waiting for here, and what instructions you have for us?"

"..."

Pure World Venerable rose to his feet, walked barefoot down from the withered tree, and stepped into the clear water.

He did not look at Qi Xian. Instead, he carefully examined the Dao Lord in dark robes, his gaze piercing through the hazy concealment and falling upon that fair, handsome, utterly familiar face.

The last time he had seen this face was in Southern Sumeru.

At that time, this man had stood calmly before him. Because of Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva's death, killing intent and cold light had hidden within those clear eyes.

The young man had said that he had brought Thousand-Armed back, that he would fulfill the matter he had once promised that Bodhisattva—to enter the world and undergo tribulations, spreading scriptures for the great Bodhi Sect.

Yet now, the same face wore magnificent dark robes, his hair bound with a golden hairpin. He called himself the Three Immortals Sect's chief disciple and bore the title Taixu True Lord!

Pure World Venerable had once thought that once he found this Taixu True Lord, everything would become clear.

But he had not expected it to be so simple. With