The cold and desolate Wildland.
Shen Yi walked slowly, and as he arrived, the once gray world was suffused with Qing Guang, restoring its brilliance.
He lowered his eyes to look at his palm, where there was a delicate Golden Cicada.
Shen Yi was not very concerned about the news it conveyed. After all, having slain the Joyful True Buddha and Emperor Dongji, those two transcendental Sect Hierarchs surely realized that the Heavenly Dao lacked these two dazzling Dao Fruits and Fruit Positions.
Under these circumstances, he could not avoid being hunted by the transcendental Giants.
Whether one came or two, it seemed to make no difference.
Just what surprised Shen Yi was that the affairs of those Ancestor Gods were involved, entangling the two transcendental beings, preventing them from freeing their hands immediately.
"Does this mean some extra time?"
