Otherwise, Lord Doumu wouldn’t be worried that she’ll eventually have another male monkey as a ’daughter-in-law.’
"Lord Doumu, rest assured, the relationship between Wukong and Great Emperor Ziwei is simply a normal friendship, and the consequence you fear will not happen,"
said Great Immortal Zhenyuan with a smile.
After glancing at Zhenyuan, Lord Doumu finally relaxed a bit upon hearing his reassurance.
"In that case, I will take the Great Immortal’s word for it and worry no more,"
she said. Yet, by the look of her, she was clearly anxious, not at all appearing worried-free.
Great Immortal Zhenyuan was caught between laughter and tears; what were these deities thinking?
At such a time, how could they entertain such random thoughts?
Zhenyuan didn’t bother to explain further; he went straight to the Lower Realm and returned to the Wuzhuang Temple.
Before, he was unaware of The Three Pure Ones’ stance; now that he knew their attitude towards the future living beings, naturally, he could no longer stay with Yuanshi Heavenly Venerate.
Plus, Zhenyuan himself had means of survival; at the crucial moment, he could turn the tide of battle.
Having arrived at a certain place with Great Emperor Ziwei, Sun Wukong was taken aback, uncertain why he had been brought there.
This was a Great Thousand Worlds, with almost no human habitation, scarcely any living beings, a desolate wasteland.
"What did you bring me here for?"
Great Emperor Ziwei didn’t speak but signaled Wukong to follow him.
Soon after, Wukong saw a figure from afar.
It was Yang Jian, who was at that moment battling a horde of strange creatures, slaying them all.
By the time Wukong and his companion had arrived, those creatures had already been vanquished by Yang Jian.
He turned and nodded slightly at the two of them.
asked Wukong, completely confused.
At that moment, Yang Jian pointed ahead.
Following the direction of his finger, Wukong looked and was shaken when he saw a stone tablet taller than a man. He couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, "How is that possible?"
The inscription read ’Tomb of Haotian.’ Could it be the grave of the foremost Supreme of the Three Realms?
"Wasn’t Haotian banished beyond the heavens? How could his tomb be here?"
Wukong exclaimed in astonishment.
Legend had it that before the Jade Emperor, the supremacies of three Divine Dynasties of the Three Realms were all exiled outwards beyond the heavens.
Why was the tomb of Haotian God here?
It seems the last time they were taken beyond the heavens by Lord Taishang, they didn’t encounter Haotian God, only Emperor Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi.
"Who killed him? Is this really the Tomb of Haotian?"
Neither Yang Jian nor Great Emperor Ziwei replied, mainly because they couldn’t.
"There is Dao Rhyme of Haotian God here. I’ve felt that aura before on the relics of Haotian God, and I’m absolutely certain,"
said Great Emperor Ziwei in a serious tone.
"This place was discovered unintentionally by a Heavenly General who, inadvertently, awoke the monsters within. Before his death, he managed to send a message back."
Afterward, he arrived here and saw the Tomb of Haotian.
Later, Master Erlang invited the Great Emperor Ziwei to join him, but together they couldn’t break through.
"How is that possible? Unless Haotian is resurrected, how could just a tomb of Haotian stop you?"
Wukong found it unbelievable, almost thinking he had heard wrong.
If it were said that the Jade Emperor stopped the two, Wukong would believe it.
After all, the Jade Emperor’s strength was evident and indeed inscrutable.
It made sense for Haotian God to stop them as well.
But for the two to be stopped by a tomb, that was abnormal.
Haotian had died, he wasn’t alive, and no Immortal God had such might after death.
Even The Three Pure Ones were the same; if they died, they were but corpses and couldn’t stop beings at the level of the Great Heavenly Venerate.
"There are some puppets guarding it; indeed, we couldn’t defeat them. Two against six is no match, we need you to come forward, and only the three of us together can break through,"
said Great Emperor Ziwei.
He looked somber, explaining, "Those things aren’t actually strong; Yang Jian and I could easily kill two of them each, but these creatures have a trait: as long as one survives, the rest, no matter how many times they are killed, can instantly revive."
So that’s it, Wukong understood.
Their limit was killing four puppets at the same time.
But the enemy had six.
They needed three roughly equal powerhouses to act simultaneously to even have a chance of getting through.
"Are you sure that if we kill them together, the puppets won’t revive?"
Wukong looked intently at Great Emperor Ziwei and asked.
Great Emperor Ziwei gave a somewhat sheepish smile and said, "I’m not entirely sure, but based on my observations, there’s a strong possibility. If we want to explore the Tomb of Haotian, we have to try."
With these words, determination glinted in his eyes, and he spoke gravely, "If this is really the Tomb of Haotian, once we get inside, we might uncover the reason for Haotian God’s demise, making some matters clearer for us."
Yang Jian nodded; he too was in favor of this idea.
After a moment of thought, Wukong declared, "Fine then, I’ll lend a hand too. I just don’t believe there’s something in this world that can’t be killed."
"With Wukong’s help, we will surely capture them easily."
Wukong looked disdainfully at Great Emperor Ziwei, curling his lip and speaking scornfully, "Don’t flatter me; we’ll talk once we’ve actually made it inside."
Great Emperor Ziwei: "..."
He, the Supreme of the Three Realms, was being disdained even when flattering someone; among all the Supremes of the Three Realms, he must be the only one.
Yang Jian’s expression was stern, promising not to laugh.