"I'm afraid their next target will be us!"
Yao Wudi spoke gravely.
A rare trace of solemnity also surfaced on Daoist Qingyi's habitually indifferent face.
"The Three Divine Emperors... they could severely wound someone at Spirit Transformation Perfection, yet let him escape. Have they reached Spirit Transformation Perfection now, too?"
Yao Wudi shook his head slightly.
"That isn't clear. The sect has already begun taking action. I reckon Great Yan probably can't sit still anymore either... hmph, they raised a tiger only to invite disaster. This calamity was long overdue! It's just a pity about Great Chu..."
Daoist Qingyi, however, abruptly recalled the fleets from Emperor Pole Continent that his original body had encountered on the North Sea.
Could this be connected to Emperor Pole Continent?
He pondered for a while, but ultimately, with his limited information, he could deduce nothing.
Just then, Yao Wudi's expression suddenly shifted.
"They're here."
As he spoke, several figures were already flying rapidly over from the Ghost Market.
Daoist Qingyi also sensed their presences, and an almost imperceptible trace of surprise flickered through his eyes.
"Wudi, how are things?"
A voice rang out from afar.
Although Yao Wudi was irreverent by nature, he did not quite dare slight these people and hurriedly answered in earnest.
"All right. The Myriad Gods Kingdom hasn't made any moves on our side yet. Grand Elder, Third Elder, why have you all come?"
As they spoke, the arrivals had already stopped atop Jade Emperor Peak.
The man in the lead wore gray robes and had graying hair. His long sleeves fluttered, and an arrow quiver rested on his back.
He was none other than Yan Wenzheng, Grand Elder of the Myriad Phenomena Sect.
Beside him stood the black-robed Third Elder, Ren Xiao, along with three great cultivators whom Daoist