Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me-Chapter 1590: One thousand forty-three Awakened Taoist Ancestors

"Yes, Teacher!"

Upon hearing these words, everyone began to leave one after another, but Jiang Chen and the Saint did not move.

Before long, Zixiao Palace, once filled with figures, became empty, leaving only Jiang Chen and a few Saints who hadn’t moved yet.

"Jiang Chen, why haven’t you left?"

Primordial Heavenly Sovereign finally found the opportunity to question Jiang Chen.

"I’m afraid someone is lying in ambush outside, so I’m waiting to leave with Teacher and the Lady." Jiang Chen replied truthfully.

He was genuinely afraid, as those Great Divine Transcendents had prior offenses. After the teaching had ended in previous times, there were those who waited to ambush outside, ready to strike from the shadows.

Although Jiang Chen was powerful, he couldn’t handle being outnumbered. If those who bore grudges against him were to ambush him while he was alone, lurking in the outer Chaos, he would not die, but he wouldn’t escape the fate of being sealed.

At such a critical moment, Jiang Chen naturally had to be cautious in order to avoid any mishaps that could potentially affect the grand situation of the Human Race.

"You..."

Hongjun Daizu was amused by Jiang Chen, pointed at him, and said with a smile: "Don’t worry, no one is lying in ambush outside for you."

The words of Daoist Ancestor were a guarantee; even if there were indeed people lying in ambush for Jiang Chen, with Daoist Ancestor’s assurance, Jiang Chen would not encounter them and could safely return to the Three Realms. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Alright!"

Knowing that Daoist Ancestor had left the Saints behind for some other important matter, Jiang Chen didn’t hesitate after receiving the assurance. He got up and left Zixiao Palace right away.

However, after Jiang Chen left, Daoist Ancestor’s smile suddenly vanished, his expression becoming unprecedentedly grave as he quietly stared at the six Saints, lost in thought.

"Teacher, has something happened?"

The six Saints thought Daoist Ancestor had kept them behind to reprimand them, but when they saw his current expression, they immediately realized that something big must have happened, something that even Daoist Ancestor could not resolve alone, hence the need for their counsel.

"Lately, I have been restless, feeling as if a major event is about to transpire, but after combing through the Chaos World meticulously several times, I have found nothing out of the ordinary."

"Today, keeping you all behind, I was hoping that since you are active in the Prehistoric World year-round, you might have noticed something unusual."

Daoist Ancestor’s voice revealed an unequaled gravity, indicating that if they could find the issue, it would be manageable. However, the seriousness lies in the fact that the problem could not be pinpointed.

If they could identify the problem, then a solution would be feasible. But if the problem remained undetected, how could a resolution even be discussed?

"Even Teacher has not noticed anything?"

The six Saints were genuinely shocked; the Daoist Ancestor’s cultivation was unparalleled, the true foremost being of the Chaos World. There shouldn’t be much that could escape his perception in Heaven and Earth.

That now there was an oddity in the Prehistoric World that even he could not detect was an alarming matter—if this news were to spread, all Great Divine Transcendents would be perturbed.

"Although we are constantly active in the Prehistoric World, being stationed outside in the Chaos means we are after all separated from the Prehistoric World by a layer. Hence, we have not detected anything unusual there."

The Saint of Taiqing managed his emotions and spoke truthfully.

One of the greatest frustrations for the Saints was being confined to the outskirts of Chaos, unable to enter the Prehistoric World in their true forms. This significantly reduced their control over the Prehistoric World’s affairs, unlike in the Ancient Times when they could know all matters.

"Hmm!"

Daoist Ancestor nodded, his expression unchanged, inscrutable, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts. The plight of the Saints was the result of his own machinations—how could he be unaware of it?

Daoist Ancestor’s questioning of the Saints was not with the expectation that they would unravel the doubts in his heart. In fact, regarding this matter, he had already formed a conjecture. Inquiring the Saints now was merely to hear their ideas and see if they could substantiate his own conjectures.

"Among the matters in the Prehistoric World that can escape Teacher’s notice, it is either related to Pangu Great God or involved with Chaos Demigod," Primordial Heavenly Sovereign murmured his speculation.

There wasn’t much to guess; if someone could elude Daoist Ancestor’s senses and stir trouble, it implied that their strength was at least on par with Daoist Ancestor’s, if not stronger.

With this line of thinking, the scope narrowed significantly. In the Prehistoric World, apart from Pangu Great God, only the Chaos Demigod remained.

Considering this, Daoist Ancestor surely had his own conjectures.

"Pangu Great God has always been uninvolved. Since the creation of the Prehistoric World, he has never interfered with its progress. If Teacher has sensed an anomaly, it must be because Chaos Demigod is plotting something in the dark," reasoned the Saint of Taiqing based on known facts, indeed the most plausible conjecture; in the matter of who might harm the Prehistoric World, it would certainly be Chaos Demigod.

The Saints thinking thus was perfectly normal, and in their view, only those born of the ancient Chaos—Chaos Demigods—could elicit such a vigilant expression from Daoist Ancestor.

But this time, they were mistaken.

Initially, Hongjun Daizu also suspected the Chaos Demigods were behind the trouble, but as he reviewed the Prehistoric World time and again, his unease not only remained but grew stronger, even leading to a sensation akin to suffocation.

It was then that Hongjun Daizu realized that the crisis targeting the Prehistoric World might not stem from Chaos Demigod but from Pangu Great God.

At first, the thought startled Hongjun Daizu himself, but as he considered it more, it seemed increasingly plausible. The Chaos Demigod alone could not induce such fear in him, let alone a sensation akin to suffocation.