Thirty-Three Heavens beyond, there lay the Yuxu Palace.
The debate between Master Zhenyuan and Yuanshi Heavenly Venerable had concluded, and after saying their farewells, Master Zhenyuan prepared to leave.
However, Master Zhenyuan was not clear about the current situation at the Wuzhuang Temple, and the Journey to the West was a major calamity that veiled the will of heaven. Even with his divine skills, Master Zhenyuan couldn't deduce what exactly was happening at the Wuzhuang Temple.
But just because he couldn't divine the situation, didn't mean Master Zhenyuan didn't have other ways of finding out.
After all, the Wuzhuang Temple was his own Taoist arena; was there anything he couldn't know?
"Hmm, the Qingfeng and Mingyue boys have somewhat been spoiled by me; that Sun Wukong is even more fearless," Master Zhenyuan murmured to himself. Then, he lifted his palm, and a sphere of light gathered in mid-air, transforming into a mirror that showed the scene within.
