Big Head circulated his profound art to resist the pressure, and only then did he feel free of it. Stunned, he asked, "What did you comprehend when you attained the Dao?"
"The cycle of life and death; heaven and earth have their order."
Tu Shan Jun weighed the Book of Life and Death in his hand and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, would you like to check your lifespan?"
"No."
"I don't want you hauling me away."
Big Head hurriedly pulled away and said earnestly, "Your Great Dao is far too offensive. Cultivators pursue immortality and freedom from death, yet you seek to determine life and death. Though the Great Dao restrains others and can hunt souls and claim lives, it can easily stir public outrage. Those old undying monsters will sooner or later come and fight you to the death. Fellow Daoist, take care of yourself."
Tu Shan Jun showed not the slightest fear. "When Great Daos contend, if I feared death, I would never have attained the Dao."
"Take care!"
"Take care."
Big Head left as well.
Whether he feared having his lifespan examined by the Book of Life and Death, did not wish to remain by Tu Shan Jun's side and be constrained, or had realized how to forge a spirit artifact like the Soul Banner and could not wait to test it, no one knew.
Seeing his master immersed in contemplation, Wu Rong did not disturb him and simply stood there with his hands clasped behind his back.
The devil curled up inside Wu Rong's sleeve. Now, it could not defeat the old one, nor could it defeat the young one. It could only lie stiff and play dead.
It had once thought that escaping the Old Devil meant leaving behind a sea of misery.