As for Wutian descending three hundred years after the Journey to the Western Heaven and conquering the Three Realms in one fell swoop, Gungun had hardly worried about it in recent years, since Jinnaluo had remained in Chaos serving Zhunti.
Even taking a step back, if he suddenly fell into devilhood and became Wutian the day before the calamity arrived, Gungun had nothing to fear. At worst, he would reincarnate once and return after thirty-three years in the mortal world-thirty-three days in heaven-leaving everything to that Sun Monkey.
But things were different now. Jinnaluo was still Jinnaluo, yet a wisp of Luo Hou's True Spirit had emerged and fused with the World-Destroying Black Lotus. No matter how Gungun looked at it, Luo Hou seemed to be the future Wutian. In that case, when he returned to the Primordial World, could Gungun still escape the calamity by slacking off for thirty-three days?
The answer... even Gungun did not know.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Several streaks of divine light suddenly shot over from afar and landed before Gungun, transforming into figures including Maitreya Buddha, Medicine Buddha, Crown Prince Changqin, and Xiong Zhan.
"Amitabha, Buddha Lord, what was that Black Lotus just now?" Maitreya and Medicine Buddha offered Gungun a Buddhist salute, then asked him.
Looking at the two who had suddenly rushed over, Gungun remembered how he had diverted half of Buddhism's fortune earlier. A twinge of guilt struck him, and his mind raced. Then he coughed and told them with a perfectly solemn expression, "That was an incarnation of the Devil Ancestor Luo Hou."
"What?" Both men turned pale with shock. Billions of miles away, the powerful beings watching the situation around Gungun also blanched at his words.
An... incarnation of the Devil Ancestor Luo Hou?
"Buddha Lord, wasn't the Devil Ancestor