Long after Hun Xiu left with Hun Jiao, Haotian finally snapped out of his daze inside the cave. Hun Xiu's words upon leaving kept echoing through his mind, and Haotian was scared out of his wits!
Haotian turned into a streak of light and vanished. He did not return to the Heavenly Court, instead heading for Spirit Mountain. He could have sent someone to summon Shakyamuni if he wanted to see him, but Haotian could no longer afford to wait.
Hun Xiu had returned.
And he had already branded him with the word "death." Time was life, and he did not want to wait any longer. Wait? Wait to die? Back then—
Suppressing Hun Jiao had not been Haotian's idea alone. Shakyamuni had also been involved. If Shakyamuni had not deceived him, Haotian would never have laid a hand on his own nephew.
They were family, bound by blood.
It was only because Haotian had been misled by Shakyamuni that he chose to attack Hun Jiao. Now that Hun Xiu had returned, Haotian had originally intended to pin everything on Shakyamuni and make him bear Hun Xiu's wrath alone.
But Hun Xiu never gave him the chance to speak. It seemed that Hun Xiu had placed the entire matter of suppressing Hun Jiao on Haotian's shoulders. Haotian was panicking, panicking like mad. He could not carry this blame alone.
He could not bear this burden by himself either. He needed to drag Shakyamuni, the true culprit, into it with him. Even if he died, he needed someone to die alongside him. If there was no one to accompany him in death, Haotian would never accept it!
Haotian appeared just like that within Spirit Mountain's Great Hero Hall. When the Buddhas within the hall saw him, they were all stunned. After