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The Supre Old Lord frowned, now existing as an independent being with no mories of his past life, unaware that he was a split body of a sage.
Patriarch Bodhi couldn’t help but look towards Qin Jun and ask, “Your majesty has quite the grand gesture to even invite the Supre Old Lord.
It seems your relationship with the Yan Emperor is not shallow!”
In a battle with the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, the Supre Old Lord fought to a standstill, which imdiately vaulted him to the status of one of the most supre beings between heaven and earth.
So famous was he that even Patriarch Bodhi, residing on Three-star Island, often heard the creatures on the island discussing him.
It had been tens of thousands of years since anyone was able to contend with the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny.
“Patriarch, don’t overthink it.
The Old Lord has just arrived, and I see that you are both very strong.
If able to find a kindred spirit, would that not be delightful?”
Qin Jun said with a smile, Patriarch Bodhi, skilled in the three teachings, exuded an aura quite similar to that of the Supre Old Lord—both light as a breeze and unperturbed by honor or disgrace, as if they could at any mont transcend into immortals.
Patriarch Bodhi imdiately guessed the subtext in Qin Jun’s words, ‘just arrived.’
Seeing the interest-filled eyes of the Supre Old Lord, it was clear he didn’t recognize him.
“It appears the Supre Old Lord has no mories of his past life.”
Patriarch Bodhi thought to himself.
He had spent so ti in the heavenly courts of Great Qin and knew that so God and Demon had no recollection of their past lives.
The Supre Old Lord, with a smile and a cupped fist salute, said, “It seems like you are quite guarded against , dear Daoist.
May I ask for clarity?”
He was also puzzled.
After the great battle between the realms of Yin and Yang, power players like the Six-Eared Macaque and Liu Chenxiang from King Yan Palace had tried to cozy up to him, always implying a longstanding admiration in their words.
Patriarch Bodhi shook his head with a smile and said, “Let’s talk inside.”
After saying that, Patriarch Bodhi turned and walked into the cave of Three-stars, feeling more at ease now that he knew the Supre Old Lord had no mories of his past life.
He wasn’t afraid of the Supre Old Lord; he was wary of the Supre Old Lord’s true self, Laozi.
Qin Jun breathed a sigh of relief.
Patriarch Bodhi and the Supre Old Lord were both enlightened beings who naturally wouldn’t start fighting upon eting.
anwhile, Sun Wukong felt sowhat disappointed and muttered under his breath, “Why didn’t they start fighting.”
At these words, the three of them felt quite embarrassed.
You brash monkey, is fighting all you think about?
The group of four entered Three-stars Cave and passed through its winding paths until they arrived at an open cavern.
The cavern’s roof was inlaid with glowing crystals, lighting up the entire space, and in the center, there was a stone table with only a teapot and cups, quite simple.
The four sat around the stone table, with Qin Jun being the first to smile and say, “I won’t conceal from you, Patriarch, that I am, in fact, the Yan Emperor.”
There was no need for him to hide this from Patriarch Bodhi, as revealing it could add to his bargaining chips.
Indeed, once Patriarch Bodhi heard this, his expression imdiately changed.
“You are the Yan Emperor?” Patriarch Bodhi asked with a frown.
He usually kept an eye on the state of the world.
The Yan Emperor, the second mightiest sovereign of the current age; Holy Emperor of Qin, the sixth!
Both of the era’s newly risen sovereigns with the greatest renown were actually the sa person—this news, if spread, would cause how much of an uproar?
“That’s right.” Qin Jun nonchalantly picked up the teapot to pour himself so tea.
As the fragrance of Patriarch Bodhi’s tea diffused, it refreshed Qin Jun’s spirit.
Patriarch Bodhi’s brows furrowed tightly.
Qin Jun had shared this secret with him, which gave him a mix of complex feelings.
Even though he knew Qin Jun intended to win him over, the significance of the gesture was indeed profound.
“Fellow Daoist, your cultivation surpasses mine.
Do you intend to stay inferior here?” The Supre Old Lord said with a light laugh, his gaze playful as he looked at Qin Jun.
Feeling his face heat up from the gaze, Qin Jun quickly averted his eyes.
The penetrating insight of the Supre Old Lord was extraordinary, and he quickly discerned Qin Jun’s intention to win over Patriarch Bodhi.
What did that imply?
Patriarch Bodhi wasn’t entirely under Qin Jun’s control—for now!
This little guy was just bragging earlier.
“Once you are in the Great Tribulation, there is no controlling your fate,” Patriarch Bodhi sighed softly.
He had high hopes for Qin Jun but couldn’t guarantee how far he would be able to go, and thus didn’t want to get involved with the calamity that Qin Jun was stirring up.
Too Supre Elder Grandmaster frowned slightly and said, “If one doesn’t enter tribulation, how can they achieve detachnt?”
Patriarch Bodhi shuddered at his words, deep in thought.
Perhaps Too Supre Elder Grandmaster’s cultivation was not as profound as Patriarch Bodhi’s, but being a split body of a sage, his insights and temperant were indeed stronger than those of Patriarch Bodhi.
Qin Jun found it amusing, thinking, “I don’t need to waste my breath?”
He beca even fonder of Too Supre Elder Grandmaster, powerful yet amiable, and even willing to help Qin Jun—he was practically a living Bodhisattva!
Unfortunately, Too Supre Elder Grandmaster’s loyalty level remained unchanged at eleven points; it seed that if Qin Jun were to suffer a great defeat, Too Supre Elder Grandmaster wouldn’t hesitate to abandon him.
Too Supre Elder Grandmaster only seed gentle, but his goals were extrely clear-cut.
Sun Wukong looked around, never expecting Too Supre Elder Grandmaster to actually lecture his master.
“If I could bring Patriarch Bodhi to Juetian Plain, even the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny would have to kneel!” Qin Jun thought to himself with anticipation.
With Xing Tian restored to the peak of God and Demon, adding him and Patriarch Bodhi, the world of the Nine Emperors would be easily within reach.
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Divine Territory.
The God Temple castle was enveloped in gunpowder smoke at the mont, and two figures could be seen wreaking havoc across the sky.
Upon closer inspection, they were none other than Black Butterfly Fairy and Zun Rudao.
Black Butterfly Fairy held a pitch-black iron whip in her hand, while Zun Rudao wielded a long sword, the two locked in battle.
Beneath them, countless disciples of the God Temple floated in the air, watching the aerial battle with mouths agape.
“Black Butterfly Fairy is this powerful?
How is that possible?”
“Doesn’t our God Temple only have one Daluo Golden Immortal?”
“You’re so naive, it’s obvious that Black Butterfly Fairy has always been concealing her true ability!”
“The Lord is in a bad spot, utterly oppressed by Black Butterfly Fairy…”
“God Temple is in danger!”
The disciples of the God Temple muttered among themselves, panic spreading throughout the Divine Territory.
What’s going on when the Lord and Deputy Lord fight each other?
Black Butterfly Fairy swung her iron whip.
The whip danced like a serpent, its speed lightning fast, while Zun Rudao shook his sword, creating a flurry of sword flowers, only to be directly scattered by the whip.
Smack—
The whip’s tricky lash struck Zun Rudao’s back, causing him to clench his teeth in pain, his eyes full of rage.
At this mont, he was covered in whip marks, yet he couldn’t even touch a corner of Black Butterfly Fairy’s clothes—it was as if she was toying with him.
“How can she possibly be this strong…”
Zun Rudao was filled with shock and anger.
He had always thought that Black Butterfly Fairy was rely at the peak of the Taiyi Mysterious Immortal, but she had, in fact, already broken through to Daluo Golden Immortal.
Black Butterfly Fairy’s figure flickered, reappearing behind Zun Rudao as if she had teleported.
Her cool voice reached his ears, “What are you thinking?”
Zun Rudao felt a chill down his spine, and he instinctively swung his sword around in a slash, unfortunately, he hit nothing but air.
The next second, he felt a severe pain at the back of his head as if sothing had struck him, almost making him lose consciousness, and his body quickly retreated.
Black Butterfly Fairy, like a specter, launched an assault, her purple-black robe fluttering and whistling in the wind, her stunning face full of frost, and her gaze was like that of looking at a dead person, making Zun Rudao feel the breath of death.
“She’s gone mad!
She’s definitely gone mad!”
Zun Rudao roared inwardly, having never seen Black Butterfly Fairy in such a state, as if she were possessed.
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