The Buddhist Lotus, black as ink, slowly bloomed to reveal a man with black hair and a black robe within it.
"Wutian!"
Daoist Wang Yang's eyes slightly narrowed.
"I'm surprised you know me, Daoist Wang Yang. It truly astonishes me!"
Wutian looked at Wang Yang, somewhat surprised.
"I wonder what matter brings Daoist Wutian to seek me?"
Wang Yang waved his hand, shielding the celestial secrets of the place.
"Wang Yang, I know what you did during the last Calamity of Measurement. Now, I sense that the Tathagata has reincarnated, and the time for my Demonic Calamity, controlled by Wutian, has arrived!"
Wutian spoke slowly, after all, sitting for a full thirty-three years, as this ebb and flow would make Demon Ancestor Wutian the next Buddha Ancestor Wutian.
Wang Yang had already guessed that this might be the reason they were sought after when he saw the other party, and indeed, the first words spoken were about this.