Chapter 2389

The Heavenly Emperor Haotian listened to the discussions of the immortals and cast an appreciative gaze toward Wu Feng.

Recalling the past, when Wu Feng was in the midst of ten thousand seas of thunder, full of youthful spirit, refusing to cross the tribulation, he almost died; and afterward, he rushed into the thunder tribulation again and succeeded in crossing it a second time.

Haotian had originally thought that Wu Feng wanted to become the master of the myriad worlds, so he worried that he would threaten his imperial throne, and thus he had hoped that Wu Feng would die in the thunder tribulation at that time.

Thinking about it now, that was merely the heart of a petty person; Wu Feng's actions were worthy of the clear breeze and the bright moon, truly noble.

However, Haotian still frowned slightly, stroked his beard, and said, "With Wu Feng's heaven-given talent, does he really have no desires at all?"

On the spiritual sense image transmitted from below, Wu Feng was still suspended above the Flaming Mountain, holding the Meteor Blade in one hand and the Banana Leaf Fan in the other.

In fact, the world did not know what Wu Feng wanted to do, because even Wu Feng himself did not know.

He had obtained such powerful cultivation, and in fact, he could have long since become an overlord, but he had not done so.

For him, perhaps the only thing he wanted to do at the moment was to personally influence the Journey to the West Kalpa and then learn the final truth—the truth about everything.

This truth concerned the myriad heavens, concerned Sun Wukong, and even more so, concerned himself.

In fact, among these immortals, many had already begun to secretly admire Wu Feng, because his actions were truly worthy of respect.

"Wu Feng is truly the number one hero of the Three Realms!"

"That's right, Wu Feng is the role model for our generation!"

"The young man has peerless talent and such a clear state of mind; it is truly admirable!"

Wu Feng was suspended in the air below, unaware that in the eyes of many, he had become an existence like a god.

In fact, to some extent, cultivators who stepped into the Saint Realm were existences comparable to gods.

Rulai, with Saint cultivation, was now the leader of the Western Lingshan; Yuanshi Tianzun was now the leader of the Dao Sect; and even Tongtian Jiaozhu was now in charge of the order of the Demon World.

Some could not help but be curious and suddenly blurted out, "Now, compared to those five previous saints, whose cultivation is stronger and whose is weaker?"

The immortals were all silent; this question was difficult to answer. If judged by the time of stepping into Saint cultivation, Wu Feng's cultivation was undoubtedly the lowest among these six saints.

But looking at the things Wu Feng had done—saving the Heavenly Court twice, repelling the thousands of troops of the Formless Realm, and even challenging Rulai of Western Lingshan—

Therefore, Wu Feng's cultivation could not be measured by common sense; many even believed that Rulai was afraid of Wu Feng, so even if Wu Feng provoked him, he did not dare to come and cause trouble for Wu Feng.

However, none of this was important right now; what the immortals were focused on was everything on the spiritual sense image below.

The Fire Bird Knights were still hovering in the sky, gathered together; it was time to clean up the mess!

"The Red Lotus Priest and the others left? Why didn't they take us with them?"

"We have been abandoned by the Evil Emperor!"

"When have they ever cared about our lives? At this time, we can only rely on ourselves to fight a bloody path out."

"How to fight? That young man in black killed Shen Qinglian with just one blade, and there's also that Lu Qingshu. Do you think we have any chance of winning?"