Inside the main hall.
The people of Great Tang listened in a fog, unable to understand what Wu Shisan intended to do next.
Yet seeing him make arrangements as though he were settling his final affairs, how could they not realize the severity of the situation?
The Emperor interjected uncertainly, "Uh... True Person, should we wait a little longer?"
"Gu Yue might happen to be on her way back... As long as she returns, she will surely have a way to deal with this."
"Yes, Master, why not wait a little longer..."
Hearing the Emperor's words, Wang Ziyu seemed to have seized a lifesaving straw and hurriedly tried to persuade him.
His master was already unwell. How could he possibly survive against those terrifying demons in the sky?
This was completely and utterly a trip to his death!
"This..."
Hearing that.
The old Daoist revealed a hesitant expression.
At that moment, White Elephant suddenly spoke, raising his head to glance at the purple mist outside the hall, which was pressing ever lower.
"Although I do not want to interrupt you... there truly is not much time left."
"..."
Dead silence fell over the hall.
Wu Shisan waved his hand, stopping everyone from speaking further.
"Forget it, forget it... I have lived so long. I actually rather want to experience death."
The old Daoist took a deep breath, his expression becoming completely calm.
He turned to White Elephant. "Come."
White Elephant hesitated no longer.
He abruptly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of brilliant golden mist surged from his throat.
The golden mist rapidly spread, thoroughly enveloping Wu Shisan's body.
As the golden mist entered his body.
A massive illusory scroll suddenly emerged behind Wu Shisan.
The scroll unfurled, revealing ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, a resplendent Star Palace.