Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 683 - 438: False and True2

But now that the aircraft carrier had appeared, and the oppression of the secret forces had returned, they dared not belittle it any longer.

Eventually, the aircraft carrier disappeared, and the black vortex had also closed. Everything seed to have cald down.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Respected Daoist, couldn’t have perished, could he?" the Supre of Light asked softly.

Before, he had always been competing with the Supre of the Dao Realm for the position of the foremost supre of the Myriad Realms, but now he didn’t dare to compete any longer.

The situation was so complicated now, and the secret forces were still so ferocious.

If he continued to vie for the position, wouldn’t he just be fighting for a hot potato?

The other Supres felt the sa. Although they were unclear about what the Supre of the Dao Realm had been plotting all along, his existence had, at least, pointed a direction for the Supre of the Myriad Realms.

Even the Pure Land had been significantly affected because of the suspected demise of the Supre of the Dao Realm.

The reason the Pure Land had allied with the Myriad Realms was largely because they were betting on the Supre of the Dao Realm.

There was even a sowhat willing stance of becoming a supportive force.

But if the Supre of the Dao Realm had perished, the matter of who was primary and who was subsidiary would need to be reevaluated.

Just as the crowd was deep in thought, in that area that even chaos had not managed to repair, a figure slowly converged.

The Supre of the Dao Realm!

To everyone’s astonishnt, the Supre of the Dao Realm looked almost unchanged from before the bombardnt.

This...

They had also witnessed the secret forces’ aircraft carrier strike just now; a blow like that could even endanger a supre with two thousand eight hundred Divine Patterns.

And yet the Supre of the Dao Realm was completely unhard?!

The Supre of the Dao Realm said, "The blow from the aircraft carrier forged by the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning was indeed powerful, it almost left severely wounded."

The many Supres didn’t know what to say.

Where was even a hint that he had almost been severely wounded?

At the sa ti, they gained a new understanding of the Supre of the Dao Realm’s strength.

"When the aircraft carrier launched the cannon strike, I took a mont to observe, that main cannon, it’s an Epoch Heavy Weapon from the treasure era," the Origin of the Myriad Realms said.

An Epoch Heavy Weapon from the treasure era?

They rembered that when Hidden Jade Island appeared during the treasure era, that Epoch Heavy Weapon should have been prepared by the Origin of the Myriad Realms for Li Zhu, but alas, it was snatched away by the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning.

So it was used on the aircraft carrier.

"This indicates that the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning’s aircraft carrier was not yet complete, not perfected," said the Supre of the Dao Realm. "An attack like the one just now might only be possible once.

"During the ancient Epoch of the Gods, having so many heavy weapons at hand ca with many restrictions as well.

For example, the explosion of a nuclear bomb needs a long preparation ti; although it can cause widespread damage, if a Supre were to escape the range early enough, they could survive.

Just like the aircraft carrier, each charging for energy cooldown also consus a considerable amount of ti and energy."

This statent caused the many Supres to breathe a sigh of relief.

"If only we could find the treasury left over from the ancient Epoch of the Gods. With that treasury, we wouldn’t have to worry about the secret forces or epoch calamities," the Supre of the Blue Waves lanted.

Although a Supre, his understanding of the ancient Epoch of the Gods was not extensive.

But even with the little he gathered from the secret forces and the Supre of the Dao Realm, he could appreciate the power of the weapons from the ancient Epoch of the Gods.

Of course, it was just a wishful thought.

The ancient Epoch of the Gods had perished for so long, the secret forces had never ceased searching for traces of it, and the Origin of the Myriad Realms hadn’t given up either.

But they had found nothing.

Not to ntion the treasury of the ancient Epoch of the Gods, they hadn’t even found a hair.

"If the Chaos Martial Ancestor is an ancient god from the ancient Epoch of the Gods, then he..."

Suddenly, the Origin Supre seed to think of sothing.

In fact, what he was thinking about, many Supres and the Origin of the Myriad Realms had also considered.

The Origin of the Myriad Realms mused, "The Chaos Martial Ancestor is detached from the world, no one knows what he wants to do, and no one knows how strong he truly is.

His image highly coincides with that of the ancient gods, but we also can’t be too certain.

Plus, the ancient Epoch of the Gods has always been the most enigmatic existence among the eighteen epochs, giving the illusion of being simultaneously illusory and real. Sotis, I even feel it’s just a fantasy...

Now that the Chaos Martial Ancestor has not shown his true form and has never appeared, I even suspect he’s been restrained by sothing, incapable of making a move."

Hearing this, a flash of unusual color passed through the eyes of the Supre of the Dao Realm, yet no one noticed.

"The Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning has issued a death order against the Creatures of the Vast Wilderness, and it won’t be long before he acts. The struggle between the Secret Forces and the Vast Wilderness will break out...," the Mystery Supre trailed off.

But everyone knew what the Mystery Supre really ant.

Now, it was ti for them to make their stand.

However, many Supres would definitely lean towards helping the Vast Wilderness, hoping to curry favor with the Chaos Martial Ancestor.

"It’s better to send charcoal in snowy weather than to add flowers to brocade," the Supre of Darkness, who hadn’t spoken for a long ti, said in a low voice, "If we were to rashly make a move now, that would make the friendship seem very weak.

But if we wait until the Vast Wilderness completely falls into a decline before we lend a hand, the Chaos Martial Ancestor will rember our kindness.

Moreover, by then we can also ascertain whether the Chaos Martial Ancestor is truly restricted."

This plan was approved by nearly all the Supres.

Although consciousness is converging now, it’s not so easy for the strong ones among the Secret Forces to cross through the defenses and descend into the chaotic Myriad Realms.

But they felt that if the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning wished to, he would definitely find a way to send people in.

The most important thing was, they suspected that the Vast Wilderness might not be able to overco the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning.

Even with the help of those bell formations, even if the Vast Wilderness had a few beings who could match the powers of a Supre.

But sotis, so things can’t be taken for granted.

Among those Supres, like the Origin Supre, none thought this sche was any good.

He hadn’t forgotten the many miracles the Vast Wilderness had once created.

The Origin Supre thought of the words of the Supre of the Buddhist Realm; if there was a chance, he must et the Chaos Martial Ancestor.

At this mont, beyond the Epoch, amid the endless Dark Distortion.

A silvery-white battleship broke through the darkness, carving out a Pure Land with its own might.

Any Dark Distortion that appeared within its range was dispersed.

Any creatures of the distortion that appeared within this range were also crushed to dust by the radiance it emitted!

The battleship, now the lair of the Secret Forces, cut through the Dark Distortion with impunity.

The Dark Distortion avoided it, and those distorted creatures didn’t dare to linger for even a mont.

Even during the previous great calamity of the Epoch when the Dark Distortion invaded, there had never been such a scene of it being so crushingly overpowered.

Soon, the silvery-white battleship transford again, becoming a super large, spherical world.

The silver patterns of light upon this world gradually receded, but the Dark Distortion still dared not approach it one bit.

This world was like the overlord of the Dark Distortion!

Suddenly, the Dark Distortion that had just shied away began to boil once again.

The Dark Distortion tumbled incessantly, emitting one plaintive howl after another, chilling to the bone.

Following that, a figure suddenly appeared before the world of the Secret Forces.

The Dark Distortion and those distorted creatures seed to have seen their sovereign, bowing in worship and submission.

In that instant when this figure manifested, the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning appeared here.

"Hen Dao, long ti no see!" the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning spoke.

The normally proud and arrogant Ancestor stood before this figure without a hint of arrogance, adopting a posture of equality.

This was contrary to his usual deanor.

After all, the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning had always considered himself superior to all beings, treating even Supres as unworthy, seeing them as fit only to be his servants.

But facing this person, the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning’s eyes were full of wariness.

The na "Hen Dao" was not being ntioned for the first ti.

Back when Pan Gu was establishing the direction of the Great Path, because of the collapse of the Great Path Stream, when everyone predicted he could not reach the Supre Realm.

Many ntioned this na at that ti.

Hen Dao, a Saint Emperor of the No Trace Epoch.

He encountered the sa situation as Pan Gu; for so unknown reason, the Great Path was restricted, and a small portion collapsed.

Because of this small collapsed fragnt, he was denied the position of Supre.

Hen Dao was not resigned!

He was of resolute Daoist character, unwilling to give up, and so he sought high and low.