Leaving aside Tengshe Great Sage, who had sunk into memories of his disciple...
Xu Tong was actually watching this scene in secret as well.
After all, a massive melee between Primordial Origin Golden Immortals had never happened in the post-Primordial World era!
The last time he had seen one was during the War of the Witch and Demon Tribes!
In the Purple Cloud Palace, hundreds of millions of miles away, Xu Tong traded comments with several Sages who were also watching this grand spectacle.
"Seriously, Tengshe really is a sneaky bastard. After all these years, aside from us old-timers and the juniors we told, who knew he'd already reached the second tier?"
Xu Tong watched the light screen, which used magic to transmit images from hundreds of millions of light-years away, as Tengshe Great Sage delivered his legendary lines, showing off and slapping faces!
He felt just a tiny bit sour.
If only I'd been that sneaky back then.
Maybe I could've outfoxed that old schemer Hongjun ages ago!
Then I wouldn't have to sit here waiting by a tree stump for a rabbit, waiting for that old schemer Hongjun to attack first.
Xu Tong grumbled to himself.
"Less talking, more watching! It looks like Vemacitrin's fight is about to reach its conclusion too!"
Holding a pile of sunflower seeds from an innate divine plant specially cultivated for the purpose, Nuwa spoke lazily as she lounged on a cloud in a Ge You-style slouch.
"Oh, oh, oh! Look, look!"
Xu Tong forced himself to perk up. At some point, he had already swiped a fresh handful of sunflower seeds from Zhunti!
On that battlefield in Chaos, held in place by the mighty power of spectatorship...
The battle between Vemacitrin and the demonized Zhao Kuangyin had already entered its final