Inside a resplendent golden hall, the incarnations of the two Saints, Zhunti and Jieyin, sat upright. Not far beside them, a lamp radiated blazing golden light, illuminating the entire hall.
If one looked closely at that lamp, they would see that its wick was astonishingly two identical little figures, both of them looking exactly like Zhao Buddha Child.
That was right—this was the famed Heavenly Emperor Zhao.
"Interesting. This man from the other world has quite formidable willpower. His true body's cultivation is likely at least at the 'Heavenly Emperor realm.'" Jieyin glanced at the golden, light-shooting wick and said impassively.
Having dealt with the other world for many years, he had some understanding of the realms within its cultivation system.
Zhunti looked toward Zhao Wuji. This spy from the other world was glaring viciously at him, his face twisted with ferocity and rage, yet he did not scream or wail. That left Zhunti somewhat displeased.
One had to know that if anyone else were used as a lamp wick like this, with their soul burning at every moment, even the willpower of a Daluo Golden Immortal would be unable to endure it. Even ordinary quasi-Saints would find it difficult to withstand.
One could well imagine just how powerful this otherworldly spy's willpower was.
"Hmph! I have already memorized his soul imprint. If I encounter his true body on the Two Realms Battlefield someday, I will grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes," Zhunti said through gritted teeth.
The two Western Saints had been thoroughly duped by Zhao Wuji this time. Not only had they lost all face, but even their true bodies had now been forced onto the Two Realms Battlefield to fight.
Saint Zhunti was also nursing a bellyful of anger.
"What do you think of