The Situation Changes Again

Eastern Continent, Confluence Slope.

This was merely an unremarkable little monastery under Mount Sumeru's control. The one stationed here was only a Bodhisattva of the Sixty-Six Transformations, named He Ming.

At this moment, the old monk in yellow robes, with enormous prayer beads hanging from his chest, was stumbling toward the rear of the temple under the escort of several Arhats.

Across from Confluence Slope, a female disciple of the Three Immortals Sect, her body stained with blood, gritted her pearly teeth and pursued them with hatred in her eyes. Standing atop a jade ruyi, she chased after them with all her might.

"Ha!"

He Ming Bodhisattva turned back in panic. What he feared was not this defeated opponent, but the few people following behind the woman at an unhurried pace.

After the Three Immortals Sect had secretly sent disciples into the Eastern Continent last time, they had finally begun to show signs of driving them out after a period of counterattacks. Yet before they had even caught their breath, the Three Immortals Sect had repeated the same trick—and this time, they had come in a far more menacing force, in numbers and scale vastly exceeding the last!

They were bullying people beyond all measure...

"Bald donkey, where do you think you're running?!" In an instant, the female disciple arrived above the Buddhist temple. She viciously kicked with her right foot, and the jade ruyi swelled enormously before blasting toward the mountain.

"Begone!"

With nowhere left to retreat, He Ming Bodhisattva desperately tore the prayer beads from his neck and hurled them out. They collided heavily with the jade ruyi, knocking it flying back.

"Heh."

A cold laugh rang out from the sky. The figures behind the woman slowly stepped forward. The leader caught the jade ruyi in one hand