Wait a minute, where is my master?

If your enemy is not as strong as you,

what should you do at that moment?

The little Taoist's answer was—seize the time, lest the night brings more dreams!

Of course, besides that, Jin Xu still really wanted to figure out why the opponent had sent someone to steal the fishing rod from his hands.

"Do you prefer thunder or flame?"

He turned to the withered woman and said.

At this moment, the woman's heart was full of urgency, considering how to notify her master that a terrifying being had set their sights on her.

She still had a few remnants of her soul hidden in puppets deep in the Chaos Space. Indeed, she could contact her suppressed master if she expended some means.

At the very least, sending a few words should be enough.

But considering how the little Taoist might use soul splitting to track down her true body, the withered woman was unclear. Thus, she now hesitated to make any reckless moves.

Otherwise, if she bungled it, the joke would be on her.

"Whew...thunder."

Under the influence of the "Truth-Telling Skill," the woman with complicated thoughts truthfully answered Jin Xu's question.

Afterward, having already become accustomed to being silenced, she did not attempt to speak any more, but continued to rapidly turn over her brain, pondering any safer methods to notify her master.

However...

After rejecting two methods, she suddenly heard Jin Xu's gentle voice next to her ear.

"Alright, I'll grant you your wish."

As the words fell,

a bolt of Golden Thunderbolt emerged out of nowhere from the Chaos Space, crashing down like a torrential waterfall!

"Boom!!!"

"Oh no..."

The loud thunderclap and the withered woman's last thought occurred simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye,

the woman who had been bound next to Jin Xu disappeared without a trace, while he himself and the others inside the Spiritual Power Shield were completely unaffected.

"Hmm, it seems I controlled the force of the...huh!?"

The little Taoist was just about to appreciate how well he had controlled the "Hand Palm Thunder" when he suddenly noticed something at the position where the withered woman had been.

A small but forceful fountain suddenly surged up from the spot!

"??? This is supposed to be the Chaos Space, where did this underground water come from!?"

...

Inside the Four Symbols Great Thousand Realm.

At the center of a four-colored Pond Water, on a small platform,

Ye Fudao, clad in a white linen robe, still sat in his original position, eyes tightly closed, pondering how to negotiate with the mysterious person who now possessed the ink jade rod.

After all, time meant nothing to him.

So whether pondering for a moment, a day to come to a resolution, or pondering for a thousand years, ten thousand years for an outcome,

to Ye Fudao, it was all acceptable.

However, just at the moment when the withered woman was struck by the lightning! The originally closed-eyed, aged-looking Ye Fudao suddenly opened his eyes, and the wrinkles symbolizing the passing of life on his face also disappeared instantly, his whole person returning to a youthful appearance.

"Little Jin is in trouble too!? No, how could Little Jin be in trouble? I was sure I hadn't dare contact her!"

Sensing something in the unknown, Ye Fudao first muttered to himself, then his eyes immediately made some sort of decision.

Only to see a rune symbolizing the Forget Law suddenly appeared on his forehead and detached itself. It then crashed towards the platform beneath his feet.

"..."

The moment the rune touched the platform, the surrounding Four Symbols Power, which held the duty of suppression and sealing, showed no reaction whatsoever, as if they had forgotten this event.

Next, the rune representing the Forget Law completely entered the platform, then suddenly expanded inside, instantly encompassing the nearby four-colored Pond Water within the range of the rune.

"This method won't last long, but with Little Jin in trouble, I must figure out what's going on. After all, she's now one of my most crucial supports."

Ye Fudao back then knew he couldn't overcome the Four Divine Monarchs combined, so he deliberately showed weakness, planning to wear down the cultivation of the Four Divine Monarchs with the Forget Law over time.

For this, he had also made various arrangements beforehand.

Such as the obscure recipients of the ink jade dolls in the Small Thousand Realms, the cultivation prodigies who received Daoist inheritances, such as some arrays Relics that seemed extremely hard to break into but included plenty of valuable items and traps inside.

Such as...

But the most important of these arrangements were still the 'inheriting grounds' of Little Zi and Little Jin.

Back then, when Little Zi mysteriously lost contact, and the 'inheriting grounds' failed, Ye Fudao suspected that her movements had been leaked and she had been slain by forces of the Four Divine Monarchs.

For this, he had grieved for a long time, as she was one of the oldest allies who had battled with him in the Upper Realm.

But now that there were also issues on Little Jin's side, it really puzzled Ye Fudao.

"Thirty thousand years have passed, those four old things managing to remember to infuse the Four Symbols Power into this seal on time is already good enough, how could they have the spare energy to pursue Little Jin? And after she had reported that she established the inheriting ground in the depths of the Chaos Void surrounded only by Small Thousand Realms,

"Even if she was discovered by subordinates of those four old things, with her strength, she should have been able to escape safely. How come she has now lost ninety-eight percent of her Divine Soul!?

"Could it really be such bad luck as encountering another strong entity from a different Great Thousand Realm, or perhaps coming across a terrifying being traveling the Chaos Space?"

Ye Fudao felt the now faint aura of Little Jin's Divine Soul, and his eyebrows gradually twisted into a frown.

Then, looking at the temporarily covered four-colored Pond Water by the Forget Law rune, he unexpectedly pulled out a strand of golden silk from the linen robe he wore.