Li Jing, Dead

Thinking of how Randeng still had a crucial role to play in the course of the coming tribulation, Hongjun pondered briefly, then finally nodded.

"Very well." Hongjun agreed readily, then turned to look at Di Xin. "Young friend, what do you think?"

Di Xin hesitated at that. Hongjun was the Primordial World's first-generation old schemer, his thoughts so deep that Jieyin and Zhunti could not compare. Would this old codger also pull some trick like, once a man was dead, the karma was gone?

Suddenly, Qin Xuan's voice rang out in his Sea of Consciousness: "Just agree without worry. With me here, this old man wouldn't dare welch on his debt!"

Hearing this, Di Xin forcefully suppressed the wild joy in his heart.

What else could he say?

This was simply a bloody profit!

"Since Dao Venerable has spoken, and the Dao Ancestor is willing to grant me this face, I naturally will not fail to appreciate the favor. Randeng, you may take him away." Di Xin released him with extreme straightforwardness.

Hongjun gave a slight nod.

With a gentle sweep of his broad sleeve, Randeng, who could not even stand steadily, transformed into a streak of flowing light and vanished together with that aged illusory figure within the frozen Space-time.

Time began to flow once more.

The wind rose; the dust fell.

Di Xin straightened his dark formal robe, then bowed deeply and respectfully toward the void, his tone sincere as he said:

"Di Xin thanks Dao Venerable for acting to protect me! Might Dao Venerable appear and meet me, to resolve the doubts in my heart?"

However, the void remained as silent as ever.

A faint breeze brushed over Skull Mountain. There was no echo, no movement, as if those few world-shaking exchanges just now had been nothing