Three Great Holy Lands

In the Snow Toad Palace, the Golden Toad Dharma King sat upright in his familiar great chair.

Having escaped His Excellency's scrutiny, which had felt like a search of his very soul, he had finally survived.

There was still much to do, but for now he could catch his breath.

He did not think it shameful to weep bitter tears as he recounted his experiences over the past few months.

His regret, his helplessness, his pain, and his hatred had all been distilled into those few minutes.

He had considered this response countless times before returning.

And Zhang Xuezhou's suggestion had given the Golden Toad Dharma King something more to add, making his response even more perfect.

He did not need to follow anyone to the grave. He only needed to keep pursuing vengeance until everyone involved in the Ten Yin Holy Son's death had been eliminated.

His life had gained a task that was practically impossible to complete, but this was the purpose for which His Excellency had let him live.

In His Excellency's eyes, this was the only thing he needed to do for the rest of his life.

But as far as the Golden Toad Dharma King was concerned, there were far, far too many things he could do with his life.

As long as he survived, he could live a wonderful life. One more task of revenge was nothing.

It was precisely because he had escaped with his life that the Golden Toad Dharma King had begun to take Zhang Xuezhou seriously. Rather than leave him behind upon reaching the Holy Land, he had welcomed the little human cultivator into his Snow Toad Palace.

Saving someone did not require heaven-reaching abilities. Sometimes a single sentence, or even a quiet hint, could lead someone out of a