"Who are you?"
Seeing someone else arrive uninvited, Di Yi stopped him outright. This man gave the impression of a Sixteen-Foot Golden Body. Though he looked kind and benevolent, Kunpeng Son had called him an enemy, so he did not seem to be a good person.
"The Western Religion." The Sixteen-Foot Golden Body radiated a Divine Saint and transcendent aura as he calmly told Di Yi his identity. He was the Sect Master of the Western Religion, of the Ancient Monk lineage.
"The Ancient Monk lineage... did you come here for that creature from the Primordial Era?" Di Yi had heard of Ancient Monks through the Bone Scriptures in the Heaven Mending Pavilion. This lineage cultivated differently from ordinary cultivators, emphasizing ascetic practice, hardship, and karma.
But according to the Heaven Mending Pavilion's Bone Scriptures, although the Western Religion in the Lower Realm bore traces of the Upper Realm, it had already broken completely from the Ancient Monks. It no longer valued hardship and karma, and even paid little attention to ascetic practice.
From this, it was not hard to tell what the Western Religion in the Upper Realm would be like. To still parade under the name of the Ancient Monk lineage despite this-what thick skin they had.
"Yes." The Sect Master of the Western Religion nodded. He had sent his projection down to the Lower Realm precisely for Kunpeng Son.
Back then, Kunpeng Son had wreaked havoc in the Upper Realm, throwing all quarters into turmoil, and their Western Religion had naturally intervened. Now that he had escaped, both sentiment and reason demanded that they contribute.
"Then you'd better go back where you came from." Di Yi did not know why Kunpeng Son and this man had become enemies, but he presumed it had nothing to do with