Lost I

"I think teaching disciples has made you stupid." The female voice was utterly blunt.

Nine Colors closed his eyes, no longer paying it any heed, and strode into the core main hall of the Nine Colors Divine Palace.

A group of his direct subordinates was already waiting there in silence.

Unborn Buddha and Fighting Spirit Buddha each held a golden dharma scroll. Platinum characters upon the scrolls writhed and struggled frantically like living creatures, seeming ready to force their way out at any moment.

"Fang Yu has already been kept occupied. He has no time to concern himself with us now. The trouble in the Dead World alone is enough to make him choke on a bitter mouthful."

Unborn Buddha said in a low voice.

"There is still no news from Heavenly Sound Dragon King, no definite reply for us..." Fighting Spirit Buddha said with a frown.

"It does not matter. Heavenly Sound Dragon King will not interfere before my decisive battle with Fang Yu."

Nine Colors had resumed his former bearing as an aloof, unrivaled overlord.

"Then everything will proceed smoothly. By rapidly transferring the Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve Heavenly Martial Art, we can descend directly upon the location we marked last time within half an hour.

However, due to the obstruction of tribulation qi, the expenditure required is roughly fifteen times that of peaceful times."

"Do not worry about the expenditure." Nine Colors said mildly. "Strive to succeed in one stroke and leave no future trouble behind."

"That should not be a problem." Fighting Spirit Buddha nodded.

"The Nether Realm currently has Cosmos Celestial Sovereign, Sun Snatcher Divine Lord, and two Seekers of the Dao. The rest are not worth worrying about, merely ordinary Celestial Venerables. Once Buddha Ancestor acts, everything can be completely destroyed in fewer than