"Back then, you followed me stealthily and set a fire when I wasn't paying attention, burning my butt. Do you still remember? If I hadn't practiced the Great Buddha Sutra, my butt would definitely be left with your masterpiece. I remember you cried so miserably that day because I broke your butt into pieces." The Great Wilderness Priest had changed his usual serious demeanor and was chatting excitedly with the Little Wilderness about the past.
"Why do you still remember this..." A trace of embarrassment flashed across Xiaohuang's face.
After millions of years of baptism, the two people who originally looked very similar have become an old man and a young man who are completely different from each other.
[“Cloud!!! Che!!!”]
"Is this the voice of the Abyssal Emperor?" The recollections of the Great Desolate Priest and the Little Desolate Priest were abruptly interrupted by this terrifying sound. Startled, they immediately rushed towards the Pure Land Hall.
At the same time, the Priest Liuxiao, the Priest Wandao, and the Priest Lingxian put down their work almost at the same moment, with solemn expressions, and ran towards the Pure Land Hall together.
This bone-chilling voice was all too familiar to Yun Che. It was the sound of memory etched into his bones, and it was also the sound of disaster that he least wanted to hear at this moment.
The cruelty of reality caught people off guard. Mo Su's speed of escape far exceeded Yun Che's imagination. From the moment Mo Su stepped out of the Pure Land to his furious return, it took only a little over an hour.
Yun Che's brow furrowed sharply. The current situation was far from what he had expected. In truth, until now, he hadn't truly grasped the true depths of Mo Su's strength. Everything he had done before was merely his own perspective, imagining and estimating Mo Su's strength, then magnifying it as much as possible to plan his strategy.
Yet, even so, he still underestimated Mo Su's true strength. Perhaps, more accurately, he underestimated Mo Su's deep-rooted love for Pan Xiaodie. Yun Che could unleash power several times greater than normal for the sake of someone he cherished. So, how could Mo Su, who had been obsessed with Pan Xiaodie for a million years, be measured in terms of normal strength?
Although somewhat surprised, Yun Che remained calm and didn't feel upset because his delaying strategy had failed.
Unlike before, he still had absolute confidence at this moment, believing that he could stop Mo Su for more than an hour, not to mention that the situation was not yet at the point of despair.
The ultimate goal of Mo Su and Yun Che is actually the same, which is to save Pan Xiaodie. This gives Yun Che enough space. He believes that with his eloquence, he can resolve this imminent life-and-death crisis.
“Buwang, please don’t make a sound for a while. I’ll handle everything.” Yun Che said to Pan Buwang in a low voice, “When you really need to take action, it’s not too late to act.”
Upon hearing Emperor Yuan's voice, Pan Buwang's entire body began to tremble involuntarily. This was a fear that came from deep within his heart.
Yuanhuang was once a god in the hearts of everyone in the abyss. He was an absolute belief that could never be fought against. Everyone had more or less awe of Yuanhuang in their hearts.
Pan Buwang nodded seriously. Although his body was still filled with fear, he was not prepared to retreat. Instead, he stuck to his previous oath.
After saying this, Yun Che took a deep breath and adjusted himself. He had imagined the duel with Mo Su countless times, but when the moment actually came, he appeared calm on the surface, but the slight trembling of his fingertips still betrayed the uncontrollable excitement in his heart, like a surging sea.
Yun Che held the Heaven Smiting Devil Slayer Sword in his hand as he quietly waited for Mo Su's arrival. His eyes gleamed with confidence as he firmly believed that he could resolve this crisis.
Soon after the Abyssal Emperor's voice was heard, the Pure Land Divine Guards and the Abyss Knights came out in droves, and the tranquility of the entire Pure Land was instantly broken. Everyone entered a combat state, targeting Yun Che directly.
Before Mo Su arrived, Yun Che and Pan Buwang were surrounded by the Abyss Knights, and the four great priests descended from all directions and landed in front of Yun Che.
The four of them looked at Yun Che, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. Yun Che should have been helping Abyss Emperor treat Pan Xiaodie, so why was he suddenly here? Furthermore, Abyss Emperor had strangely left the Pure Land. In the millions of years of the Abyss' history, Abyss Emperor seemed to have never left the Pure Land. All of this was eerie and incomprehensible.
“Yun Che, what on earth is going on?” The Great Desolate Priest asked first. Although his tone was still majestic, there was no intention of accountability. Instead, it was more of confusion and doubt.
“Great Desolate Priest, do you believe me? If so, wait with me for an hour. After an hour, everything will be settled.” Yun Che stated his request directly without further explanation.
The Great Desolate Priest frowned, his face filled with confusion as he looked at Yun Che with a burning gaze. Only then did he realize how drastic Yun Che's change had been.
His face was filled with shock. After only two weeks of not seeing Yun Che, he had already transformed. He clearly sensed that Yun Che's Great Dao Fu Tu Jue had already reached the twelfth level. His current strength was comparable to his own, if not slightly better.
Furthermore, Yun Che's cultivation had also significantly increased, transforming from the sixth level of the Supreme Divine Realm to the ninth level. At that moment, the Great Desolate Priest felt that he could no longer fully understand Yun Che. It seemed as if this young man, who had once seemed somewhat weak in his eyes, had grown into a being worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with him. This feeling was both strange and incredible.
"Boy Yun, what secret are you hiding? If you want us to help you, you have to give a reason, right?" Priest Liu Xiao hated guessing riddles the most, and his face was full of unhappiness at the moment.
“Whether Pan Xiaodie can be successfully cured depends on this one hour. If successful, everything will be accomplished; if unsuccessful, then…” A hint of coldness flashed across Yun Che’s face. He was naturally well aware of the consequences of failure.
The four great priests looked at each other in bewilderment. Yun Che's words made their doubts even greater. Yun Che, who was mainly responsible for treating Pan Xiaodie, was still standing here, but Yun Che said that the result would be known within an hour. So who was treating Pan Xiaodie at this moment?
After some spiritual discussions, the four great priests finally reached a consensus.
"Okay, we'll trust you for now. It's only an hour, we can afford to wait." The Spiritual Immortal Priest stepped forward. She had complete faith in the prophecy and had chosen to side with Yun Che. Although Yun Che's request was puzzling, it wasn't unacceptable for just an hour.
"Emperor Yuan is so angry, this matter must be very serious. Did you deliberately send him away and go to treat Pan Xiaodie yourself?" The priest Wan Dao was quick-witted and grasped the key after unraveling the mystery. However, he was a little confused. How did Yun Che appear here and treat Pan Xiaodie?
Yun Che nodded and did not deny it: "Everything I do is to better complete my mission. I will not harm Pan Xiaodie. The four priests can rest assured about this."
The four of them did not ask any more questions and waited quietly for Emperor Yuan's arrival.
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