The smoke of war over Chentang Pass had yet to disperse, yet the news spread across the heavens and earth of the Primordial World with astonishing speed, like a prairie fire.
Within the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas, Dragon King Ao Guang set down the jade slip in his hand. His eyes gleamed as he clapped his hands and sighed.
"Little Friend Xuan Chuan... truly extraordinary! Before Wenshu and Taiyi, two Golden Immortals, he actually snatched food from a tiger's jaws and saved that baleful star's soul!
"Such courage and means are rare in the Primordial World! Pass down the order: all under my East Sea shall seek closer ties with Jiejiao's Golden Turtle Island!"
Deep within Vulture Peak on the Western Ox Continent, Venerable Ananda, who had been expounding the scriptures, paused slightly. A trace of complexity flashed through his eyes. He softly recited a Buddhist invocation and said no more.
The Bodhisattvas and Arhats listening beneath him all harbored their own thoughts.
At the Demon Master Palace in the Northern Netherworld, Ji Meng, whose grave injuries had yet to heal, turned livid upon hearing the news. He crushed the wine cup in his hand to powder. The resentment in his eyes nearly solidified, yet beneath it lay a thread of apprehension.
In the Netherworld Blood Sea, Styx Ancestor let out a shrill cackle. "Interesting! Interesting! The infighting within Xuanmen is only growing fiercer!
"That junior called Xuan Chuan is quite the hand at stirring the pot! Let's see how long you can keep fighting!"
Within Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuan the Great had been playing Go with his friend Red Cloud. Hearing this, he merely shook his head slightly and sighed.
"Tribulation Qi grows ever denser. The three teachings of Xuanmen share the same origin—how did matters come to