Above the desolate horizon.
With the Buddhist Sect's Gratitude Assembly about to begin, cultivators and demons were rarely seen anywhere but West Creek Commandery and the area around the Eight-Treasure Merit Pool.
But that deathly stillness
was soon shattered by a streak of light hurtling across the sky.
Purple-black energy tore through the heavens. Within it, Venerable Wutian's eyes were cold.
It was hard to imagine that someone at the Myriad-Forms Heaven Late Realm could end up fleeing so wretchedly on the Buddhist Sect's own turf.
But he had no time to dwell on it.
He could clearly sense that terrifying presence surging toward him from behind.
This was ridiculous.
There had been so many targets back there...
Why did she keep chasing him?!
Venerable Wutian gritted his teeth, seething at the injustice of it.
What reassured him somewhat was that, for all the white-robed cultivator's terrifying strength and combat prowess,
she seemed rather poor at movement techniques.
She had pursued him for so long, yet the distance between them had barely narrowed.
At this rate, he should have no trouble escaping alive to the Eight-Treasure Merit Pool.
"Hmph..."
At that thought, Venerable Wutian snorted inwardly.
Once he reached the Eight-Treasure Merit Pool, no matter how powerful her backers were, she would never dare attack where so many venerable Arhats had gathered!
As for afterward...
He would stay firmly where there were plenty of people.
No matter what orders the Buddha Son gave him, he was not going out again anytime soon.
Meanwhile.
Not far ahead of Venerable Wutian,
several figures were speeding low over the ground.
All at once.
Chu Tiange stopped dead and looked sharply toward the sky behind them.
"Myriad-Forms Heaven Late Realm?"
He sighed helplessly, then turned to Qiu Yinong and the others, his expression grave.