Chunyang Palace.
Located atop the third hall.
Within the hall, the thousand-year-old auspicious incense rose from the censer, transforming into various spectacles.
A Daoist figure was seated cross-legged before the censer, eyes closed in meditation.
Suddenly, a little stone quietly flew out from his sleeve, fluttering in midair.
The Daoist slowly opened his eyes, his pupils as turbid as any ordinary person's.
From within the small stone, however, an urgent voice transmitted:
"Sect Master, Monk King Xin has crossed the Fengxiao Strait and smoothly rendezvoused with the cultivators of Tupi Continent led by 'Ashna'. The frontline of West Sea Country is in danger of faltering!"
The Daoist's expression did not change, he just furrowed his brow slightly:
"Monk King Xin has crossed the Fengxiao Strait? Could it be that Martial Nephew Yao has failed?"
"With the Yuyang Patriarch present, he should not have been killed, but the road ahead may be difficult..."