Randeng sighed and stopped dwelling on the matter.
Clearly, he knew in his heart that things had already reached the point where nothing more could be done.
What they could do next was, in fact, extremely limited.
There was no helping it, because the one they would have to face next was the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.
A Sage!
Randeng and the other three still counted as Chan Sect disciples, so the Primordial Heavenly Venerable naturally had the right to act against them.
This was an internal affair of the Chan Sect and had little to do with the Investiture Calamity.
But if Saint Tongtian intervened, that would change the nature of the matter.
At that thought, Daoist Randeng, helpless though he was, regained his composure and turned his attention back to the water mirror.
West Kunlun, the Jade Void Palace.
By now, Manjushri, Puxian, and Cihang had clearly received Daoist Randeng's message.
Although they had yet to figure out what had happened, Daoist Randeng's urgent tone, and even his reluctance to send more than a brief message, made one thing perfectly clear: they were in danger.
On the surface, he had said nothing about any peril, but his insistence that they reach the East Sea at any cost was proof enough.
As for the supposed rare treasure, that was nothing more than an excuse.
After all, the entire Jade Void Palace lay within the reach of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's divine sense. Had Randeng directly told them to flee, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable would probably have come knocking the very next moment.
Clearly, they could no longer remain in the Jade Void Palace.
As members of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect, they could instantly grasp what Randeng meant, even without Daoist Randeng spelling it out.
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