"Hehe!"
The black mist around the Primordial Spirit obscured his appearance entirely. With a slight chuckle, he turned back to look at Ye Xuan and said, "My dear disciple, how could I bear to watch you die at the hands of others?"
"Indeed, if I were to die by their hands, your plan would surely fail," Ye Xuan's voice gradually calmed down, and the Merit Golden Light flared up again, urging him to hasten his pace in Crossing Tribulation.
Ye Xuan had already calmed himself. He knew this was not the time to reminisce with the Primordial Spirit; he was Crossing Tribulation, facing the Heavenly Dao Third Tribulation. Only by truly overcoming the current calamity could he be qualified to face everything.
"Daoist, from whence comes this divine presence?"
Suddenly, Yuanshi Tianzun stepped forward, his eyes gravely fixed on the Primordial Spirit, a look of uncertain surprise flashing through them.
"Amitabha!"
