With the arrival of Li Jing and the others, and the departure of the Golden-Winged Peng and his group, the crisis at Fangcun Mountain was finally alleviated on the surface. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
At that moment, a figure arrived late, descending from the clouds with a black slender hound at his side. It was none other than Erlang God Yang Jian.
A visible wound ran through his chest and abdomen, no less severe than Sun Wukong's. Yet he had not treated it at all, allowing blood to soak most of his robes.
He came before Patriarch Bodhi, dropped to one knee, and cupped his fists. "Lingbo City cannot escape blame for Fangcun Mountain's calamity, and I, Yang Jian, bear grave responsibility. I beg Patriarch Bodhi to punish me. I will bear no resentment."
Elder Xing Qiong and the others also knelt one after another.
"Li Heavenly King and Zhenyuan the Great were reinforcements you brought?" Patriarch Bodhi asked.
"I went to the Heavenly Palace to invite Li Heavenly King, but there was no time to visit Wuzhuang Temple," Yang Jian answered truthfully.
Patriarch Bodhi slightly raised his eyelids, seeming somewhat surprised.
"I received word from young friend Shen and hurried over. The distance was simply too great, and by the time I arrived, I was already quite late," Zhenyuan the Great explained.
Everyone turned to Shen Luo, their hearts filled with astonishment.
How could a cultivator merely at the Early True Immortal Stage invite the ancestor of Earth Immortals, Zhenyuan the Great?
"So that was it."
Patriarch Bodhi nodded without asking further, and Zhenyuan the Great offered no more explanation.
"Yang Jian, I have a question for you," Patriarch Bodhi said.
"Please speak, Patriarch," Yang Jian said gravely.
"If the Mountains, Rivers, State and Society Diagram had