Li Chengqian agreed.
Without another unnecessary word, he directly employed his magical power. In just over ten days, he returned to Journey to the West's Hezhou and found Tongtian's Little Daoist Temple.
At that moment, Tongtian was genuinely taken aback by Li Chengqian's appearance.
"Hey, what are you doing back here again?"
"Did you really run into some trouble?"
"But that doesn't make sense. Great Tang is enjoying peace and prosperity, and you're not the protagonist of a karmic calamity, are you?"
Tongtian truly could not make sense of it. Nor could he be bothered to pretend to be inscrutable, so he asked outright.
Clearly.
As he was now, he had nothing but disdain for those hypocritical games.
There was simply no need.
Meanwhile, the moment Li Chengqian saw Tongtian, he dropped to his knees.
He immediately kowtowed several times, then said, "Master, I want to ask you to help our Human Race rise."
"I want to restore the ancient Human Race to its former glory. I want to establish a Human Emperor!"
Gasp!
Even Tongtian froze upon hearing those words.
Clearly, he had never imagined that this disciple he had casually accepted would harbor such a badass ambition.
Reestablish the Human Emperor?
Good lord, that meant taking Hongjun head-on!
Had Tongtian not met Li Chengqian before, he really would have thought that this fellow was another damn transmigrator.
After all, how could an ordinary member of the Primordial World's Human Race have such an unrealistic idea? It was a fucking joke!
As both a Sage and a transmigrator, Tongtian naturally understood the Primordial World's true situation.
The Heavenly, Earth, and Human Daos should originally have held equal standing, each with nine seats of Sagehood.
Thus, at its true peak, the world should have had eighteen Sages.
Ultimately, Hongjun's schemes