Three months had passed.
For the disciples of the Holy Land Interception Sect,
the differing flow of time in the Myriad Worlds Library Pavilion had afforded them several decades of cultivation.
Their cultivation had not advanced by any great leaps,
but each had found opportunities to develop their divine abilities.
When Tongtian emerged from seclusion, the first people he saw were Nuwa and the others, their faces clouded with worry.
"What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that?"
Only when Nuwa and the others saw Tongtian appear did they breathe a sigh of relief.
After all, having his aura vanish entirely for no apparent reason hardly seemed like a normal way to cultivate.
Nuwa rolled her eyes helplessly.
"What kind of demonic art were you cultivating?"
"We thought you'd suffered cultivation deviation and died in there."
The moment she said it, Nuwa felt she had shown a little too much concern for Tongtian. She was a captive, after all. She ought not to be so gentle.
"Ahem, it's not that we were worried about you."
"It's just that if you died, none of us could leave this Myriad Worlds Library Pavilion. What if we ended up trapped here until we died?"
Seeing Nuwa say one thing while meaning another, Tongtian instead felt a warmth rise in his heart.
Whatever Hongjun's and Nuwa's true identities were, neither had actually brought disaster upon the Primordial World.
By now, they could be considered halfway to being his own people, so naturally he felt much closer to them.
Tongtian smiled calmly.
"Rest assured. Even if I die, I'll get you out beforehand."
"All right, thank you for guarding the Interception Sect's gates. I need to make a trip to the Mystic Sea Region."
At this, Jian Wuchen and the others all