Nuwa blinked.
"Senior Brother, why not ask that fine disciple of yours, Lu Feng?"
At Nuwa's words, Tongtian froze.
Lu Feng?
How did Lu Feng come into this again?
Besides, Nuwa was a Saint, after all. What could a Saint's breakthrough possibly have to do with Lu Feng?
Still, Tongtian soon came back to his senses.
Sometimes, Lu Feng really might not be able to help.
But he could still offer emotional support!
And didn't this prove that Junior Sister Nuwa might really have some other feelings for his fine disciple?
If that was truly the case, perhaps he could play matchmaker for the two of them someday?
They belonged to different generations, admittedly.
But he wasn't the sort to fuss over seniority.
What if the two of them really had a chance?
With that thought, Tongtian simply stopped dwelling on it.
"Since you've already broken through, Junior Sister, let's hurry back."
Nuwa had no idea what Tongtian was thinking and immediately nodded.
Before long, the two returned straight to the Zixiao Palace.
Now that Tongtian had returned, it was time to settle on the participants in this Investiture of the Gods Calamity.
Elsewhere.
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
Hongjun was a bedraggled mess.
Yet his eyes were filled with astonishment.
He had never imagined that, at his level of cultivation, he could still suffer injuries this severe.
Had he not reacted quickly just then, that world's explosion would likely have destroyed this wisp of his spiritual consciousness on the spot.
And Hongjun's arm had been blown off inside that very world!
The fact that it could inflict such grievous injuries on a Saint spoke volumes about how terrifying that world was.
Hongjun wanted to find the book that had taken him into that world.
Yet after searching around,