632: Chapter 244 The Primordial Revival_5 632: Chapter 244 The Primordial Revival_5 Sun Wukong and the others exchanged glances, each seeing the surprise in the other’s eyes.
From Lord Taishang’s behavior, they could tell that he and his companions were up to something, guarding against something, yet also fearful of it being discovered.
Sun Wukong had no doubt that if Tathagata Buddha really knew something, he most likely wouldn’t be able to leave Doushuai Temple today.
The group felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, uncertain about what to do next.
What exactly were Lord Taishang, the even more mysterious Yuanshi Heavenly Venerate, and Lingbao Dao Venerate hiding?
But without sufficient strength, they did not dare to really press for answers, to forcibly seek to know.
“There are some things that if you don’t have enough strength, knowing them won’t do you any good.
If you want to know, come find me after you can defeat Haotian, and I mean individual strength.”
Lord Taishang spoke indifferently.
The crowd gasped.
In other words, to learn the secrets Lord Taishang spoke of, one would need the strength to defeat Haotian God at least.
What kind of secret was it that only the foremost among the supreme could know?
“As for the Primordial Phoenix and the others, if they really do come back, you just fight, don’t be too tangled up about it.
A bit more practice will be good for you.”
Lord Taishang’s tone was calm, but unlike his earlier gentleness, it exerted a certain pressure.
Great Emperor Ziwei said gravely, “Daoist Ancestor, it’s not that we’re afraid to fight; it’s the fear that reducing the number of living beings will allow the Ancient Gods from beyond our Realm to enter the Three Realms, which would lead to an even greater calamity.”
If it weren’t for this reason, why would Great Emperor Ziwei have so many misgivings?
With many experts at his side, as well as War Gods like Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, he himself was not one to swallow his pride silently; what could he possibly be afraid to fight?
It was nothing but the concern for the Ancient Gods from beyond.
He too wished to dominate the eight deserts and the six unions, but the current situation did not permit it.
“The return of the Ancient Gods is inevitable, you can’t prevent their coming back by preserving the number of living beings.”
Lord Taishang dropped a shocking piece of news.
“Why?”
Great Emperor Ziwei was getting anxious.
If that was the case, what was the point of everything they had done before?
“It is the will of heaven.”
Lord Taishang pointed to the heavens.
Sun Wukong snorted coldly and said, “What ‘will of heaven’?
The ‘will of heaven’ in the mouths of mortals refers to Ziwei here, but what is it you’re referring to?
Old Sun here doesn’t know a thing about it.”
Ziwei was now the supreme of the Three Realms, he was the will of heaven, representing God.
Thus, Sun Wukong sneered at Lord Taishang’s reference to the “will of heaven.”
To fool an idiot, but those present were top-tier powerhouses of the current Three Realms.
“Believe it or not.”
Lord Taishang rolled his eyes.
The crowd was rendered speechless; what could they say to Lord Taishang’s attitude?
Seeing they got nowhere with Lord Taishang and only became more irritable, Sun Wukong suddenly felt pissed and cursed, “What kind of crap are The Three Pure Ones?
Good for nothing, first in pretending, can’t even talk clearly or sort things out efficiently, as if doing so would kill you.”
“You monkey are asking for a beating.”
Lord Taishang directly swept his horsetail whisk towards him.
Sun Wukong drew out the Jingu Bang, which grew larger in the wind, and smashed it back.
Then, to the worried gazes of those around him, Sun Wukong was sent flying, thrown out of Doushuai Temple by Lord Taishang.
Sun Wukong grimaced, but was not seriously injured.
He snorted coldly, suppressed the irritation in his heart, patted his butt, and left.
Seeing Lord Taishang getting a bit angry, Zhenyuan hurriedly said, “Lord Taishang, please don’t be angry with Wukong; it’s just his nature.”
Seeing his concern, Lord Taishang said with a smile, “Don’t overthink it, I actually admire that monkey, I won’t really be angry with him.
I just disciplined him a bit just now for disrespecting the Elder Lord, really thought the old Daoist had no temper at all.”
So that was the case, Zhenyuan was relieved.
“Yang Jian is better, down-to-earth, steady, not so talkative, and handles things efficiently.
Wukong, that rascal monkey, is too mischievous.”
Lord Taishang’s gaze rested on Yang Jian, not hiding his appreciation and affection.
If it wasn’t out of respect for the Jade Emperor, he would have taken Yang Jian under his wing, and perhaps Yang Jian would have already grown into a supreme powerhouse by now.
Alas, there were too many considerations in the end.
Yang Jian smiled faintly, not saying a word, and accepted Lord Taishang’s praise with ease.
Had it been someone else, they wouldn’t be able to stay as composed as he did.
Great Emperor Ziwei couldn’t help but sigh; no wonder Lord Taishang praised Yang Jian so much.
Even he himself would not have been so indifferent to such continuous praise from the Elder Lord.
Yang Jian’s bearing and steadiness were simply incomparable.
“Alright, you may leave now, I’ve told you everything I can.
The rest you’ll have to figure out on your own.”
Having said that, Lord Taishang closed his eyes.
Great Emperor Ziwei sighed.
They left Doushuai Temple, then looked at each other, each seeing disappointment in the other’s eyes.
They got no answers, but if the gods and demons of the Primordial era were to resurrect, they would likely be more terrifying than the ancient gods of the three Divine Dynasties.
In that era, the Ancient Gods and Devils were exceedingly powerful, and even the likes of the Queen Mother of the West were not very noticeable
And races like the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix, which would be considered colossuses between the heavens and the earth today, were actually quite ordinary back then, nothing special at all.