Thus, beyond keeping watch on the mysterious being emerging from the Spirit Vine, they also had to scheme against him.
Nuwa Palace.
She sensed the Thirty-Three Heavens trembling.
Nuwa counted on her fingers to divine the cause. Suddenly, her delicate brows knitted together. She could not divine it.
This left her intensely curious and astonished!
Earlier, Daoist Zhunti had come to see her and said some baffling things, mentioning Flower-Fruit Mountain. Naturally, Nuwa knew he meant the heaven-mending Spirit Vine.
After the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, their teacher Hongjun had briefly mentioned the matter.
At the time, the calamity had left all the sects on bitter terms, and none had paid it much attention. Now that she looked into it, she discovered that nothing had followed its predetermined course. No wonder Zhunti had come knocking. It seemed he was getting desperate.
Just then.
An ethereal, boundless voice from beyond the heavens reached Nuwa's ears. It was a summons from Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Puzzled, Nuwa thought for a moment, then headed toward the Purple Heaven Palace beyond the heavens.
The Underworld.
The Little Wooden Stick sensed it and trembled slightly.
Ghost Gate Pass shook violently, and even the waters of the Wangchuan River began to boil.
Passing Ghost Constables and ghost generals raised their eyes to look at the Little Wooden Stick. Several times, they opened their mouths to speak, only for the words to stick in their throats.
In the end, all they managed was a helpless sigh!
Cai Yulei, the Eastern Ghost Emperor, stepped out of the Ghost Emperor Hall and stared at the Little Wooden Stick with a frown, deeply uneasy. He stood with his hands behind his back, his divine sense piercing the Nether Realm to gaze toward Flower-Fruit Mountain, as though he were waiting right