Celestial Realm.
Universe Divine Court.
The Leader of the Heavenly Dao Alliance strolled leisurely down bustling streets, invisible to passersby, as if he were in an empty land.
With just a few steps, he shattered the void, traversed vast distances, and entered a cavernous abode.
At the deepest part of the dwelling.
The Leader of the Heavenly Dao Alliance halted his steps, his gaze piercing the curtain of cold pool water, locking onto a blurred silhouette, and spoke: "About to descend to the Lower Realm, the Buddha Killer is dead. I've come to borrow some people from you."
As his words fell, it wasn't long before a pitch-black spatial rift appeared beside him.
Moments later.
A graceful figure emerged from the spatial rift.
It was a woman in a black dress, her long hair cascading down, her face extraordinarily beautiful, her demeanor cool and aloof.
In her hand, she carried a rusty and worn-out broken knife.
