Old Seven also breathed a sigh of relief. He really couldn't bring any more people, and importantly, Zhu Ganglie and Tang Caiyi were clearly people that Tang Sanzang cared a lot about. If there were an accident, he feared he wouldn't have the chance to see tomorrow's sun.
So when he heard that Zhu Ganglie wasn't going, he immediately relaxed quite a bit.
"Let's go!"
Tang Sanzang stepped into the rolling Chaos.
Old Seven didn't say it out loud, but his eyes were rolling around. Although he hadn't lied, he hadn't told the whole truth either.
The pressure within the Chaos was immense, but for a Saint, the pressure was actually slightly less.
It's similar to how a fish out of water can be killed by a rock, but in the water, the pressure it endures is greater than that of the rock, yet it neither sinks nor dies.
Because the body structure of a fish is perfectly adapted to resist the pressure of water...
