Above the East Sea.
Upon receiving Daoist Randeng's message, both men instantly turned deathly pale.
They could no longer be bothered with anything else, nor did they keep up their act.
Their earlier breezy composure instantly gave way to sheer terror, and they fled for their lives.
Both knew they had little time left.
Although Saint Tongtian had already scrambled the heavenly secrets over the East Sea, Primordial Heavenly Venerable was still a Sage.
Even if Wujin could not divine their whereabouts, Primordial Heavenly Venerable could still travel from West Kunlun to their last known location in an instant.
Even without divination, a Sage's divine sense could envelop the four seas and eight wildernesses.
Thus, if Primordial Heavenly Venerable wished, he could search the East Sea inch by inch and sweep through the entire sea in no more than two hours.
When that happened, they would have nowhere to run.
Across the entire East Sea, only Golden Ao Island could shelter them.
Under such circumstances, how could either of them still care about saving face?
Staying alive was what mattered most!
While the two men raced onward, Cihang had already entered Golden Ao Island, and her expression immediately relaxed.
At last, I survived.
As for her two companions, Manjushri and Puxian, Cihang had been in no position to worry about them earlier.
Saving her own life came first. She could worry properly about her companions' lives once she was completely safe.
Whoosh!
The instant Cihang entered Golden Ao Island, a pulling force caught her. When her vision cleared again, she found herself inside a secluded chamber.
Then she saw Daoist Randeng beside her, along with Saint Tongtian seated above them on a meditation cushion.
"Cihang pays her respects to Saint Tongtian."
Only upon seeing Saint Tongtian did Cihang truly feel