Chapter 4117: The Number One of Gray Sea

Chapter 4117: The Number One of Gray Sea

Meng Huang'e's body and soul were both severely injured, having been shattered into fragments.
Her skin, once as white and smooth as fine jade, was now covered in cracks, as if the slightest touch would cause her entire being to crumble.
Zhang Ruochen pressed his broad palm against her back, absorbing the death qi from the Corpse Bone Plain and transforming it into life qi, which he poured into her in an unending stream.
The cracks on her skin gradually disappeared, restoring its delicate softness.

Meng Huang'e, like Lady Shiji, was an extremely beauty-loving woman. Normally, she would meticulously groom every eyelash and strand of hair. But now, her long hair was disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, and she appeared haggard and vulnerable, devoid of the majesty of a Great Unbound Infinite cultivator or the poise of a peerless beauty.
She spoke slowly: "Among the hundreds of thousands of cultivators we took from the Tianlong, there was a master from the Nether Ancestor Faction, whose cultivation had reached the Indestructible Infinite level. Not long after we separated, that being attacked Cihang Venerable."
"Cihang Venerable knew he was no match. He used all his strength to wrap me in spatial order and send me away from that star region, telling me to find Great Master Fan Chen and Da Ye on the Tianlong, and warn them to be wary of Bao Zhu Di Zang."
"But I traveled swiftly all the way and found no trace of the Tianlong. In the end, I could only come to Wangchuan first to rendezvous with Saint Si Daozhang."

Zhang Ruochen asked, "Be wary of Bao Zhu Di Zang? Is there some connection between the one who attacked Cihang Venerable and her?"
Meng Huang'e gently shook her head, as if recalling and pondering, and said softly, "I don't know! The clash at the Indestructible Infinite level is profound and mysterious. I couldn't even sense the enemy's aura. At that level of cultivation, it's impossible to fathom."

Zhang Ruochen frowned deeply. "Your injuries..."
"They're fine now. Thank you, Saint Si Daozhang."
Meng Huang'e wore a bright red robe, like a drop of blood in the darkness, strikingly conspicuous. "That unknown being shattered my body and soul from billions of miles away. Fortunately, Cihang Venerable's spatial mastery was profound, and the spatial order he released was strong enough to send me out of the star region. If I had been any closer... I would probably have been killed in one strike."

Meng Huang'e was still shaken, but soon her captivating eyes regained their resolve. She asked, "Where is my sister? Where is she?"
If something had happened to Cihang Venerable, then many of their arrangements were no longer secrets. They might have already been discovered by the Nether Ancestor Faction.
Whether it was Meng Huang Ni outside Wangchuan or Huang Tian and Fan Chen on the Tianlong, they would all be in great danger.

Zhang Ruochen withdrew his palm from Meng Huang'e's back and looked at Shang Tian. "I'll leave this place to you for now. I need to leave Wangchuan. Monk, let's go."
Tan Tuo Di Zang glanced at San Ying Tian, who was bound by divine chains and the Nether Luo Heavenly Net, and asked, "What about him?"
"Let Shang Tian keep an eye on him for now."

Zhang Ruochen, Tan Tuo Di Zang, and Meng Huang'e left the Corpse Bone Plain, shooting out of Wangchuan like three meteors and returning to the starry sky of the real universe.
The surrounding void still had scattered life planets being moved toward the Wangchuan secret realm.
But Meng Huang Ni's aura had vanished!
Tan Tuo Di Zang released his Buddha soul to investigate but found nothing.
A flicker of panic appeared in Meng Huang'e's eyes. "Huang Ni and I share a special soul connection. She is definitely not in this star region. Daozhang, are you sure she didn't enter Wangchuan?"

Zhang Ruochen had secretly released his Wuji circle to probe earlier but found no trace or heavenly mechanism of Meng Huang Ni.
Even the causal links were severed!
He couldn't deduce the past.
Zhang Ruochen said, "Everything related to Meng Huang Ni has been cut off. The one who acted has cultivation even higher than San Ying Tian. How terrifying is Tian Huang, how terrifying is Wangchuan? There are too many formidable figures under the Nether Ancestor."

Tan Tuo Di Zang clasped his hands together, releasing ten thousand Buddha lights to protect the three of them, alert to their surroundings, fearing an ambush.
Now, everyone was on edge, as if enemies were everywhere.
Concern clouded judgment. Even though Meng Huang'e was a strong cultivator at the early stage of Great Unbound Infinite, she lost her composure, like her youthful face of a teenage girl, grabbing Zhang Ruochen's sleeve and looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Saint Si Daozhang, you must save Huang Ni no matter what. What should we do now?"

Zhang Ruochen's chest heaved violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Daozhang... what's wrong?"
Meng Huang'e supported Zhang Ruochen's arm, a flicker of suspicion deep in her pupils.
She hid it perfectly, ensuring Zhang Ruochen wouldn't notice any clue.
This Daoist before her had unfathomable cultivation. With just his physical strength, he could chase San Ying Tian and beat him. Adding Shang Tian, she had no chance of winning.
So, she hadn't helped San Ying Tian earlier and had changed her plan on the fly.
At the very least, she needed to figure out this Daoist's true strength!
Was it the returning remnant soul of the Old Man of Life and Death?
It was possible.
But it might also be a deliberate misdirection to hide a greater secret. Facing an existence above the Heavenly Venerable level, Meng Huang'e was extremely cautious, never trusting an opponent lightly, even with her own eyes.
Because she herself was best at disguise and concealment.

"I'm fine. I just suffered some injuries from being besieged by three experts earlier. Naturally, I couldn't show it in front of Shang Tian. That big-bearded man is hard to tell whether he's friend or foe!"
Zhang Ruochen waved his hand, taking the opportunity to pull his arm free from Meng Huang'e's grasp.
Meng Huang'e's beautiful eyes shimmered with surprise. "Besieged by three experts?"
Tan Tuo Di Zang looked embarrassed. "It was all my fault."

In the earlier fight, both San Ying Tian and Zhang Ruochen had faced attacks from three sides, as Tan Tuo Di Zang and Shang Tian had struck indiscriminately.
Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen could take more punishment than San Ying Tian.
After regulating his breath, Zhang Ruochen said, "Monk, your Buddha soul thoughts are strong. First, communicate with your senior brother."
Tan Tuo Di Zang asked, "What if the Nether Ancestor Faction's experts detect it? Didn't you say we can't release Buddha soul transmissions?"
"We're already at this point. Can we still afford to worry about exposure?" Zhang Ruochen replied.
"Alright!"
Tan Tuo Di Zang didn't dare delay. Three hundred billion Buddha soul thoughts flew out from his body.
All those thoughts took the form of Sanskrit characters in the void, flying off in different directions.
After flying only a few hundred thousand miles, all the Buddha soul thoughts exceeded the speed of light, crossing space and disappearing at the edge of the starry sky.

Half an hour later.
Tan Tuo Di Zang recalled most of his Buddha soul thoughts, his eyes filled with worry. "Something terrible has happened. Senior brother might be in trouble. I can't communicate with him at all."
Meng Huang'e blamed herself. "It must be the one who attacked Cihang Venerable who caught up with the Tianlong. It's all my fault. If I had found the Tianlong, this might have been avoided."
Zhang Ruochen comforted her, "In the vast universe, it's not easy for you to find the Tianlong with your cultivation. Besides, the one attacking the Tianlong might be Bao Zhu Di Zang."
"I've suspected her for a long time. This journey is so dangerous. The Eight Divisions Followers have many experts, and the Nether Ancestor Faction has countless strong ones. If she didn't have ulterior motives, why would she continue traveling with us? Damn it, if she falls into my hands, she'll suffer."

Meng Huang'e caught something different in his words. "Daozhang, are you thinking of retreating?"
"A little bit."
Zhang Ruochen said helplessly, "The strength of the Eight Divisions Followers and the Nether Ancestor Faction far exceeds my expectations. Indestructible Infinite cultivators are top-tier experts in the Heavenly Court Universe and Hell Realm, dominating their regions. But along this journey, I've encountered several. If we don't stop here, it's hard to see a good ending."

Meng Huang'e said, "But Huang Ni's fate is still unknown! And if Great Master Fan Chen and Cihang Venerable are captured, they will surely be brought to Wangchuan by the Nether Ancestor Faction's experts."
Zhang Ruochen hesitated.
Tan Tuo Di Zang's rough voice rang out, "We can't leave! I won't leave Wangchuan until I see my senior brother."
"Sigh! To be honest, I'm really badly injured, and my cultivation isn't as strong as you think. Besides, Shang Tian might also be a member of the Eight Divisions Followers. Returning to Wangchuan could mean life or death."

Zhang Ruochen's face showed exhaustion.
Meng Huang'e seemed to make an important decision. She resolutely turned and headed toward Wangchuan, saying, "Tian Huang and Huang Ni's matters have nothing to do with Daozhang. It's wise of you to protect yourself. But if I don't find Huang Ni, I have no face to return to the Meng Clan. I won't live alone."
As she walked through the void, she tied up her long hair, her back exuding heroism and determination.
Tan Tuo Di Zang complained, "Meng Huang Ni was brought here by you, and now she's gone, but you want to be a coward. How despicable! You're not even as good as a woman!"

Zhang Ruochen turned around, looking in surprise at Tan Tuo Di Zang chasing after Meng Huang'e, and said, "This is true fearlessness! Monk, your realm has improved!"
"None of your business!"
With that final remark, Tan Tuo Di Zang's radiant Buddha light figure disappeared into the spatial barrier of the Wangchuan secret realm.

...

The earlier clash at the Indestructible Infinite level had been fierce, with overwhelming divine might, forcing all the Eight Divisions Followers in the Wangchuan secret realm to prostrate on the ground.
Although the battle had ended, no one dared approach the battlefield.
The residual force from the fight could kill them.

Meng Huang'e and Tan Tuo Di Zang returned to the center of the battlefield, searching everywhere, only to find that Shang Tian and San Ying Tian had vanished.
"Damn it, that big-bearded man really is trouble. We were only gone for a short while!" Tan Tuo Di Zang regretted deeply. The Nether Luo Heavenly Net binding San Ying Tian was a remarkable treasure.
"Not only are those two gone, but all the gods of Wangchuan have disappeared too!"
Zhang Ruochen's voice came from the bank of the Santu River.
He stood in a green Daoist robe, hands behind his back, like a banished immortal from the mortal world.
Tan Tuo Di Zang was overjoyed. "Daozhang, didn't you leave?"
Zhang Ruochen let out a long sigh. "In the end, I couldn't get past my own conscience."
"Great! I knew Daozhang was a man of honor. From now on, I'll follow my senior brother's instructions and listen to you." Tan Tuo Di Zang happily ran to Zhang Ruochen's side.

Meng Huang'e was not as childlike as Tan Tuo Di Zang. She composed herself and asked, "How did all the gods of Wangchuan disappear? And Shang Tian—he's a Heavenly Lord of the Heavenly Court. Why is he in Tian Huang? Is he really a member of the Eight Divisions Followers? Does he have other helpers?"
Zhang Ruochen instructed, "Monk, go capture a few powerful Great Saint-level cultivators and ask them what happened in Wangchuan earlier."
Tan Tuo Di Zang gladly agreed.

Meng Huang'e watched Tan Tuo Di Zang leave and said, "Great Saints can't know the truth. Their cultivation is too low."
A foul wind blew from the river, stirring Zhang Ruochen's beard.
Zhang Ruochen looked downstream of the Santu River and said, "Now, two things are certain. First, the gods of the Eight Divisions Followers haven't left the Wangchuan secret realm. They've gone somewhere else from here, likely to the Gray Sea.
"Second, something must have happened in Wangchuan after we left, but there was no battle."

Meng Huang'e murmured, "Under the Heavenly Gate, south of the Gray Sea. Eight Divisions Followers, life and death hard. This is the legendary location of Biluo Pass! But how do we find the path to the Gray Sea?"
Zhang Ruochen thought of something. "San Ying Tian once led Tan Tuo Di Zang downstream along the Santu River."
"Boom!"
Tan Tuo Di Zang jumped down, landing heavily dozens of feet away, kicking up thick dust.
Two Great Saints from the Ghost Clan and three from the Kinnara Corpse Clan were thrown before Zhang Ruochen and Meng Huang'e.
"Infuriating! They don't know anything. They're Great Saints! How can their perception be so weak?" Tan Tuo Di Zang was furious and beat the five Great Saints on the ground again.
But he didn't kill them outright.
As a Buddhist cultivator, he wouldn't easily take lives.

"Let's go. We'll find the way ourselves."
Zhang Ruochen didn't want to waste time. He led Tan Tuo Di Zang and Meng Huang'e downstream along the Santu River, walking quickly.
The further they went, the thicker the curses and Nether Ancestor order in the air became, and the denser the dark force in space.
Even the vision of Great Unbound Infinite and Indestructible Infinite cultivators was obstructed.
As for soul perception and spiritual power, the effect was even more severe.

They walked through vines of Nether flowers.
After an unknown amount of time, the path ended. The Corpse Bone Plain had reached its limit. All matter here turned into particles, then burned into nothingness.
Even the rolling Santu River, upon rushing into the darkness, turned into seven-colored water mist.
Finally, it completely dissipated into the darkness.

"Heaven's End. Pass it and die."
Three hundred miles away, Tan Tuo Di Zang found a bronze pillar as tall as a mountain, engraved with these seven ancient characters.
The pillar was mottled, having stood there for who knows how many years.
Zhang Ruochen didn't believe in the end of heaven and earth. He took out a divine chain that had bound Huang Tian earlier and threw it into the darkness behind the pillar.
The chain could bind an Indestructible Infinite cultivator, so its material was extraordinary, containing semi-ancestor-level rule divine patterns.
But as soon as it left the Corpse Bone Plain, the chain silently disintegrated into metal particles, burning like a rain of fire.
Tan Tuo Di Zang was stunned. "There really is no path ahead!"

"I refuse to believe it."
Zhang Ruochen stepped forward.
"Daozhang, there's a boat over here!"
Meng Huang'e's voice came from a bare reef on the bank of the Santu River. She waved to Zhang Ruochen and Tan Tuo Di Zang.
They arrived at the reef.
Sure enough, a small boat several meters long was moored in the backwater below.
Strangely, it was a paper boat, its hull thin, with ink marks still visible on the edges.
Meng Huang'e said, "This is a painted boat! Such impressive spiritual power mastery. A painted boat can withstand the various storms on the Santu River."
"Who left this boat here? What does it mean? Should we take it downstream? Ahead is Heaven's End. If we fall, we'll be obliterated. Do you dare to take it?" Tan Tuo Di Zang asked.

Zhang Ruochen was the first to fly onto the white paper boat, gently touching the ink marks on its edge, understanding in his heart.
The Fourth Confucian Ancestor was showing him the way.
"What we see may not be real. The Eight Divisions Followers definitely don't want outsiders to discover the secret of Biluo Pass. They will hide the path from Wangchuan to the Gray Sea.
"Heaven's End is their deliberate creation, meant to make those who want to go to the Gray Sea back off.
"But the Santu River can't be fooled! Legend says the Santu River was created by the Nether Ancestor as a medium to harvest all living beings in the universe. How could it end here?
"I think this isn't the end of the Santu River. The Gray Sea is."

Tan Tuo Di Zang didn't dare board the boat. He wasn't afraid of death, but he feared dying in vain. "But this is all just your speculation!"
"Are you boarding or not?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
A fragrant breeze arrived.
Meng Huang'e, like a goddess walking on water, rode the wind and landed beside Zhang Ruochen.
The paper boat swayed gently, unstable, as if about to capsize.
"Fine, I'll be fearless!"
Tan Tuo Di Zang gritted his teeth and jumped to the stern.

The paper boat rode the waves, moving downstream.
The waves grew more turbulent, dozens of feet high, creating a cliff-like drop.
Tan Tuo Di Zang and Meng Huang'e both looked tense. No matter how deep their minds, facing the unknown and life and death, they couldn't remain calm.
"Splash!"
The moment the paper boat rushed off the cliff, everyone held their breath.
But the paper boat didn't disintegrate, and they were still alive.
The boat continued sailing on the boundless Santu River. The current became gentle, and the water gradually turned grayish-white, seeming unreal, like some kind of gray pulp. Staring at it too long caused extreme irritation.

The gray water stimulated negative emotions, making people feel disgusted and impatient, eager to escape and long for green mountains and clear waters.
Meng Huang'e lit an ancient lamp and hung it on the bow of the paper boat, illuminating the area for dozens of feet.
Apart from the gray water, nothing else was visible.
"I've had enough!"
Tan Tuo Di Zang released golden Buddha qi to propel the paper boat, shooting forward like a golden streak.
The boat seemed to move fast, but Zhang Ruochen sensed that speed rules had lost their effect here.
The boat wasn't moving faster. It still followed the Santu River's flow, moving slowly forward.

Zhang Ruochen wasn't impatient at all. He half-reclined at the bow.
"Daozhang has such a calm mind, completely unaffected by the Gray Sea," Meng Huang'e said.
She and Zhang Ruochen were both at the bow, while Tan Tuo Di Zang was at the stern.
The paper boat was small, and the bow even narrower. Meng Huang'e stood near Zhang Ruochen's calves, her long red skirt covering most of his legs.
Zhang Ruochen propped his head on one hand, looking at Meng Huang'e appreciatively, and laughed. "If I were only traveling with Tan Tuo Monk, I'd be affected by this endless gray. But with someone as stunning as you before me, how could I be in a bad mood?"

Meng Huang'e said, "Daozhang, why tease me?"
"No teasing! Everyone loves beauty. Huang Ni Shenzun told me that you and I are the same kind of people—we both love beauty. Haha!" Zhang Ruochen's laughter echoed.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Zhang Ruochen stood up and looked around. "Why is there an echo?"
"Whoosh!"
He summoned the Human Head Staff and used it as an oar.
Soon, the paper boat reached the shore.
After landing, the three found themselves seemingly still on the Corpse Bone Plain, but the soil and bones beneath their feet appeared grayish-white. Clearly, they were no longer in Wangchuan.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "Monk, how far can you see at full strength?"
Tan Tuo Di Zang mobilized the Buddha qi in his body, concentrating it in his pupils.
Countless Sanskrit characters spun in his eyes, shooting out a ten-foot-long golden beam.
"The gray mist here is thick, so I can't see clearly, but within a hundred miles, no problem!" Tan Tuo Di Zang said.
Meng Huang'e said, "I can only see two hundred feet! Daozhang, which way should we go? If we're not careful, we might get lost."
"We should have reached the Gray Sea! No one knows how vast the Gray Sea is. Continuing to sail would truly lead to getting lost," Zhang Ruochen said.

Meng Huang'e's eyes lit up as she thought of something. "I understand! Under the Heavenly Gate, south of the Gray Sea. Since we dare not cross the Gray Sea, we'll go around by land, circling to the south of the Gray Sea."
Tan Tuo Di Zang said, "Maybe we should wait here? If my senior brother is captured, the enemy will have to pass through here to return to the Gray Sea. We can set up a formation here and wait at our ease."
"That would be waiting for death," Meng Huang'e said.
Both looked at Zhang Ruochen, waiting for his decision.

Zhang Ruochen said, "We know nothing about the Gray Sea. Rushing around blindly would surely lead to death. How about... hey, do you smell something fragrant?"
Tan Tuo Di Zang sniffed hard, his nose getting close to Meng Huang'e.
Meng Huang'e showed a hint of disgust. "It's not my fragrance. It's a floral scent in the air, diluting the stench of the Gray Sea!"

The three immediately set off, heading toward the source of the floral scent.
Before long, the gray mist thinned, and scattered red flowers appeared on the ground.
Further ahead, a mountain several thousand meters high came into view.
The mountain was covered in green and red.
Red were the flowers.
Green were the leaves.
Strangely, flowers had no leaves, and leaves had no flowers.
Zhang Ruochen said, "This is the legendary Man Sha Zhu Hua!"
"Daozhang, why do you look so grim? Should we continue?" Meng Huang'e asked curiously.

Zhang Ruochen hesitated, looking at the towering mountain and smelling the rich floral scent. "The Gray Sea must be formed by the Nether Ancestor's power. But here, the gray mist dissipates, and there's a strong life qi. How high must one's cultivation be to carve out a domain within the Nether Ancestor's power? The master of this place is definitely extraordinary."
Tan Tuo Di Zang arrived beside a huge boulder dozens of feet high at the foot of the mountain, looked up, and read: "'Guarding the Love Mountain for a million years, still unwilling to cross the Gray Sea.' What does that mean?"
As soon as he finished reading, it seemed the world shifted.
"Rumble!"
Their bodies were uncontrollable. The scene before them changed drastically, and they found themselves on the Love Mountain, covered in blooming Man Sha Zhu Hua.
The cliffs beside them, the steps beneath their feet, were all covered in bright flowers.
The floral scent was thick, making their minds drowsy.

"It's not my fault. I just read the words on the stone!" Tan Tuo Di Zang said.
"It's not your fault."
Zhang Ruochen remained calm. In a hidden corner, he saw the black-and-white chess piece pattern left by the Fourth Confucian Ancestor.
"It's an inn, the Love Mountain Inn."
Meng Huang'e looked up along the stone steps and saw a small flag at the end of the steps.
On the flag fluttered the words "Love Mountain Inn."
"Why do I see 'Forget Love Inn'?" Tan Tuo Di Zang said.
Zhang Ruochen also saw Love Mountain Inn. He laughed. "Since it's an inn, it's for people to stay. Let's go in and see!"

Zhang Ruochen strode up the stone steps without fear.
At the top of Love Mountain, outside the inn, Zhang Ruochen looked at a millstone the size of a house to the right of the inn. In the center groove of the millstone, a monk was "inserted," half of his body already crushed.
Blood and pulp continuously overflowed from the millstone, seeping into the stone crevices.
The Man Sha Zhu Hua all over the mountain were absorbing this blood.
"Save me, save me..."
The monk shouted loudly, his body sinking, his face twisted in pain.
Tan Tuo Di Zang and Meng Huang'e, arriving later, both turned pale. They could tell that the monk in the millstone had considerable cultivation.

Zhang Ruochen's face was indifferent, with a hint of surprise.
The indifference was because this monk was Yuan Qiu, a traitor from the Western Buddha Realm.
It was he who helped the Nether Envoy steal the Saha World.
What surprised him was why such a Great Unbound Infinite expert, who had rendered great service to the Nether Ancestor Faction, had fallen to such a state?
"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come again? Who did you bring?"
A hoarse voice came from inside the inn.
Zhang Ruochen held the Human Head Staff and looked at the inn's entrance.
An old woman in plain linen clothes, holding a black wooden staff, stood there, staring at Tan Tuo Di Zang and Meng Huang'e.
Tan Tuo Di Zang rubbed his bald head. "Do you know me?"
The old woman ignored him, her attention entirely on Zhang Ruochen. After a long while, she smiled ambiguously. "Staying at the inn, or having soup?"

Zhang Ruochen sensed no power fluctuation from her. Her gaze had no penetrating force, but it made his heart uneasy.
"Can I stay at the inn?" Zhang Ruochen asked without changing expression.
With the Fourth Confucian Ancestor around, even if this old woman was formidable, he should be able to handle it.
The old woman smiled warmly and walked inside. "Yes, yes, but staying and having soup are both very expensive. Can you afford it?"
Zhang Ruochen didn't care about the price. He followed her into the inn and asked, "Are there any other guests?"
"What other guests? I told you, it's expensive. Ordinary people can't afford it," the old woman said.

Zhang Ruochen's heart skipped a beat, and his whole body froze for a moment.
The Fourth Confucian Ancestor had clearly come. Why did she say no one was staying?
Had even the Fourth Confucian Ancestor fallen into her hands?
The Fourth Confucian Ancestor's martial arts and spiritual power were both at the semi-ancestor level, especially his spiritual power, which could rival a mid-stage semi-ancestor. His combat strength was close to that of a quasi-ancestor.
Under the Primordial Ancestor, how many could be his match?

"Did the Soul Mother lure the Fourth Confucian Ancestor here and use this old woman to suppress him?" Zhang Ruochen thought to himself as he asked, "May I ask how to address you, elder?"
"I don't remember! I think my surname is Meng, or maybe Qian. Everyone calls me Qian Ta Po," the old woman said.

Outside the inn, Meng Huang'e watched Qian Ta Po and Saint Si Daozhang walk in one after another, surprise flickering in her eyes.
Qian Ta Po's words earlier were clearly not directed at Tan Tuo Di Zang, but at her.
Meng Huang'e had lured Saint Si Daozhang to Love Mountain to use Qian Ta Po to suppress him.
Because Qian Ta Po was the leader of the Qian Ta Luo, one of the Eight Divisions Followers. Legend had it that her cultivation was even higher than Er Jun Tian's, making her the number one of the Gray Sea.
But Qian Ta Po didn't seem to intend to act. Instead, she proactively asked Saint Si Daozhang if he wanted to stay at the inn!
Staying at the inn meant he could receive her protection.

(End of Chapter)