Golden Ao Island, Biyou Palace.
Immortal mist drifted, and a thousand streams of auspicious radiance shone. The entire palace basked in peace and serenity, as though an invisible barrier separated it from the clamor outside.
Sect Master Tongtian sat upright upon the Cloud Bed, his eyes half closed. His aura was tranquil and profound, like a mountain unmoved through eternity, or an ocean whose depths could never be fathomed.
Had an outsider seen him like this, they would surely have thought the master of the Interception Sect was contemplating some Supreme Great Dao.
In truth, however, Sect Master Tongtian's mind had long since left Biyou Palace.
His perception spread like invisible threads, blanketing the world. It pierced the walls of Biyou Palace and the island-protecting Great Array of Golden Ao Island, reaching all the way to the distant skies of the Eastern World.
There, a confrontation that shook heaven and earth had just taken place.
Daoist Duobao had led the Interception Sect's disciples to bar Sanzang's path, facing Zhunti's avatar head-on.
Sage Houtu had brought pressure to bear as the ruler of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, forcing Zhunti into a dilemma.
In the end, Zhunti could only take a wisp of remnant soul and Sun Wukong away with him, retreating in dejection.
Sect Master Tongtian had witnessed everything clearly, from beginning to end.
At one point, Tongtian, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.
A faint trace of amusement flashed through those eyes, as deep as an abyss.
He lifted his gaze toward the world outside, then could not help shaking his head with a chuckle as he murmured:
"These youngsters really can't sit still..."
His voice was soft, so soft that it seemed no more than a murmur to himself. It echoed a few