Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 605 - 410 Results and Snatching2

"Among them is the Artisan God, but where did the other two co from?"

Earlier, when they were entering the Ark of Salvation, Laozi and Yuan Shi had used the Secret Technique taught by Sun Wukong to conceal their appearances, so much so that even the Supres could not discern them without a closer look.

Naturally, the Artisan God could not tell either; otherwise, upon seeing Laozi and Yuan Shi, he would not have been able to remain calm.

Now, three orbs of light appeared, and their figures were revealed before everyone.

There was no concealnt—it was their true faces.

However, apart from the Artisan God, the faces of Laozi and Yuan Shi still seed unfamiliar to many.

Of course, this unfamiliarity was relative; for instance, the powerhouses from the Vast Wilderness would recognize them imdiately.

"They are indeed fortunate, having obtained the inheritance of the Ark of Salvation," Hong Jun said with a smile.

"The three of them together inherit it, so does it an that all three must act together to control the Ark of Salvation?" Nu Wa frowned.

But no matter how one looked at it, they from the Vast Wilderness had secured a large portion of the control over the Ark of Salvation, which was good news.

anwhile, the Supre of the Spirit Realm was sowhat amazed, "These two have a familiar aura about them, almost the sa origin as the Artisan God."

Apart from Sun Wukong and the Artisan God himself, no one knew that Laozi and Yuan Shi, when they seized the blood souls of the Realm Lords of the Instrunts Realm and the Danqi Realm, had also taken a part of the Artisan God’s Primordial Source.

For the Realm Lords of the Elixir, Instrunts, Formations, and Talismans were indeed the reincarnated secondary souls of the Artisan God.

And yet, as there had not been much ti, Laozi and Yuan Shi had not completely assimilated the stolen sources into their own, so so of the Artisan God’s Primordial Source’s aura still lingered about them.

At this mont, many powerhouses were puzzled as to why these two bore the aura of the Artisan God’s source.

The Supre of the Dao Realm spoke gravely, "The Artisan God once told that for his return in this Epoch, he split himself into four parts."

However, the Pri Source of life of the Realm Lords of the Instrunts Realm and the Danqi Realm had been stolen by others.

As he spoke, a ripple crossed his generally unflappable gaze.

The division of the Artisan God into four was no secret, but no one expected that soone would steal the Artisan God’s source!

And such an embarrassing matter would naturally not be broadcasted by the Artisan God.

As for how the Supre of the Dao Realm ca to know of this, no one knew.

"So, does it an that the ultimate control of the Ark of Salvation has been given to these three people?" the Mystery Supre asked.

It was already quite clear.

"Lord Ark, why?" Lan Xuan, the Saint Emperor, looked towards the Ark. "I have received the inheritance of Lin Luo, the craftsman, and I am a part of the Epoch of Trials, so why is the final inheritance given to three outsiders?"

If the control of the Ark of Salvation had been given to one person, he could have felt sowhat better.

But now, with three people controlling the Ark, it indicated that more people could join in controlling it.

So why couldn’t they add him as the fourth person?

Lan Xuan felt extrely upset.

"You are highly talented," the Ark said, "but your path as a craftsman has been restricted by Lin Luo’s inheritance; unless you can break free from this limitation, you cannot beco a top craftsman."

And the three of them all have the potential to beco top craftsn."

The existence of a top craftsman was unfamiliar to many powerhouses; they did not comprehend what it signified.

But the Supres were all too clear.

A top craftsman could rival a Supre!

"Excuses, all excuses. What I can’t obtain, no one else shall either!!!" Lan Xuan’s face was contorted.

"Lan Xuan, co back!" a Supre from the Epoch of Destruction called out loudly.

They were currently in the Myriad Realms of Chaos, and two of the final controllers of the Ark of Salvation were also from the Myriad Realms of Chaos.

The Epoch of Myriad Realms would definitely not let Lan Xuan cause trouble, otherwise even the Supres of the Epoch of Destruction wouldn’t be able to protect him.

But Lan Xuan turned a deaf ear to the Supre’s words and coldly laughed, "The Ark of Salvation can only be mine!"

"Stop him!" the Supre of the Dao Realm sensed trouble and shouted imdiately.

Just then, a sudden powerful aura burst forth from the chaos, followed by a mysterious Divine Pattern appearing before everyone.

A robed figure descended, cloaked in boundless authority.

"The Lord of Silence!" the Supre of the Origin Realm’s face changed drastically.

The Secret Forces were divided into two parts, one was the Land of Silence, the other was the Tower of Ti.

The leader of the Tower of Ti had shown his face several tis, familiar to all parties.

The instance when the Master of the Tower of Ti alone withstood more than a dozen Supres was unforgettable.

And the Lord of Silence was an individual who could rival the Master of the Tower of Ti.

His power was beyond doubt.

It was clear why the Lord of Silence had arrived at this mont—it was for the Ark of Salvation.

At this ti, the Supre of the Dao Realm led the other Supres of the Myriad Realms to try to corner the Lord of Silence.

The Supres from the Epoch of Destruction also turned their weapons around, now sharing a common enemy with the Myriad Realms.

If they could seriously injure or even capture the Lord of Silence, it would be an imnse gain.

But facing the encirclent of nurous Supres, the Lord of Silence was not at all flustered, his expression as calm as could be.

With his hands behind his back, he said, "The Ark of Salvation, my Secret Forces shall have it."

That tone was not at all negotiable, it sounded more like a command.

Arrogant!

"Lord of Silence, you are powerful, but to think you can take the Ark of Salvation now is rather presumptuous," the Supre of the Origin Realm snorted coldly.

"Where is Wen Heng? Today, I must twist off his head and let his True Spirit suffer eternal tornt," Qu Chen said coldly.