Chapter 1525

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

At this moment, Xingtian simply had no time to care about all this.

Right away, he sent the axe and battle-axe into his body.

Then, he stepped aside.

Looking at Ximen Wudi, his eyes burned with fervor.

The other wore the Nine Dragon Robe and a crown.

A true king's bearing.

His strength had even reached the Saint Seventh Layer.

It had only been a year.

If anyone else had been in his place, they would have already attained the Dao of Hunyuan.

Yet Ximen Wudi had merely broken through to the Saint Seventh Layer.

How could Xingtian not revere him?

At this moment, his resolve to follow the other grew even firmer.

When his figure appeared in the arena,

The great masters of the Primordial Chaos revealed looks of shock.

They had not expected the Zhou Dynasty to send reinforcements again.

But when they saw that Xingtian led the army,

Their eyes turned complex.

Their relationship with Xingtian was far from good.

He was an extremely reclusive man.

And he held grudges fiercely—if you provoked him, Pashi Society would be trouble.

Thus, for a moment, all stood frozen in place, not daring to approach even half a step.

Yet at this moment, Xingtian paid no attention to any of this.

After slaying the warlord, he stood behind Ximen Wudi.

"Hah! You finally arrived!"

Looking at Ximen Wudi, Sun Wukong spoke, eyes alight with excitement.

"Are your wounds healed?"

Ximen Wudi asked slowly.

"Heh, my current strength—even a Saint Eighth Layer can't touch me!"

Hearing Ximen Wudi's voice, the monkey laughed, sounding somewhat simple-minded.

Just as his words ended, he turned his gaze to the Ancient Colossus.

He barked out:

"Whelp, what are you standing there for? Bow to your Master!"

"Pūtōng!"

Though he did not understand the relationship between Ximen Wudi and Sun Wukong,

He had no time to care now.

He immediately knelt before the other.

"Disciple bows to Master!"

He spoke with reverent tone.

"Hmm, since that's the case, come with me."

From now on, follow me."

I guarantee, in no time at all,"

"No one in all the Primordial Chaos will be your match!"

Hearing the other's voice, Sun Wukong spoke, eyes filled with satisfaction.

He and Ximen Wudi were both bold, straightforward men, so no formalities were needed.

Seeing this, the Ancient Colossus could not help but show envy.

He too wanted to become a disciple.

After all, one who could train such a disciple

Was as rare as phoenix feathers in all the Primordial Chaos.

"Thank you, Master, for taking me in!"

Hearing the other's voice, the Ancient Colossus spoke without hesitation.

After Ximen Wudi had arranged all matters,

He set out toward the center of the Primordial Chaos.

He intended to establish his legacy within the Primordial Chaos.

Meanwhile, in another palace, an old man could no longer sit still.

He was a lone cultivator of the Primordial Chaos,

Named Pangu, who had come to the Primordial Chaos

Not to join the war, but to seek a treasure.

Yet, upon entering the Primordial Chaos, he felt its thick, dense spiritual energy.

It made his heart soar with longing.

Therefore, he immediately prepared to seek out an opportunity.

Only, his luck did not seem to be good.

After wandering in the Primordial Realm for several hundred years, he had not only failed to find any opportunity, but had instead run into a clash between two powers.

The Zong Sect he belonged to had been nearly wiped out under the other's suppression.

In the end, he had no choice but to leave the Primordial Realm.

As he departed, he left behind a jade talisman.

He said that if the Primordial Realm ever suffered calamity again, one only needed to crush the jade talisman and they could be rescued.

And at this moment, at the borderlands of the Primordial Realm.

Above a mountain range.

At this time, Pangu had already waited for hundreds of millions of years.

Although his cultivation was at the sixth level of Saint, in reality, it was about the same as an ordinary Da Luo.

It was even worse than that, because he had been here guarding the Primordial Realm for hundreds of millions of years, causing the spiritual veins within the Primordial Realm to be completely absorbed, which was why he had been unable to break through for so long.

And today, having finally waited for the messenger, how could he not be startled.

Therefore, upon seeing that messenger, he could not help but urgently open his mouth to ask.

"Where are my clansmen now, please tell this old man!"

Pangu's voice rang out low and deep.

A look of anxiety appeared in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Pangu, please calm yourself, I will take you there right away!"

Upon hearing the other's voice, the messenger said respectfully.

Although Pangu was only at the sixth level of Saint, his strength was much higher than his, and moreover, the other also possessed a body of brute force.

Naturally, he did not dare to slight him.

After the two walked out of the cave, under the messenger's guidance, they swept off toward the northwest.

Only, the things that happened along this journey.

Truly made him extremely surprised.

His speed was astonishingly fast.

But, traveling every day, it still took a full three thousand-plus years of journey.

When they stepped onto a great river.