"Took the wrong path?"
For a moment, all the Spiritual Weapons, even Mr. Tortoise, had dazed expressions. Only gods can contend with gods—this is the iron law. Though the Four Emperors can rival the divine, they are but lesser divinities.
Mountain Ancestor said, "Of course, it's only a conjecture. When I was repairing his Divine Weapon, within his long spear I glimpsed a wondrous giant tree, vigorously growing atop heaps of Demon Monster corpses, nurturing vitality amidst destruction. Faintly, I saw his World Rules, which seem unlike what we imagined, quite extraordinary..."
Mr. Tortoise asked, "What's so extraordinary?"
Mountain Ancestor shook his head. "At my Realm, I cannot discern it, only a vague sense... Alas, if only my master were still alive, perhaps he could have perceived it. But one thing I am certain: in his Martial Arts, there are traces of the Candle Dragon."
Mr. Tortoise pondered:
