The Flourishing Momentum of Buddhism Begins Now!

Although they bore Creation Merit and held an exalted status in the Great Desolation, once the struggle between the Heavenly Dao and the Earthly Dao reached a life-or-death juncture, once their teacher himself stood on the verge of collapse, would he still remember the old bond between master and disciples?

Grand Pure One Laozi did not dare gamble on it.

He could even vaguely guess what choice his teacher would make—

but he had no power to resist. He could only withdraw and avoid it, hoping that out of sight would mean out of mind, as though hiding could let him escape the calamity.

But this was self-deception in the end.

Yuanshi's words were like a heavy hammer, shattering the false calm he had deliberately maintained.

His younger brother's worries were not groundless—they were a future that was very likely to come true.

What had become of the six Heavenly Dao Saints?

Tongtian had vanished without a trace, and had most likely fallen long ago;

Zhunti had become a puppet, utterly unrecognizable;

Jieyin had decisively withdrawn from the Heavenly Dao Camp;

Nuwa had long since secluded herself from the world, her heart dead to all affairs of the Great Desolation.

Looking around, the only ones still left for their teacher to set his sights on were the two brothers.

At that thought, Grand Pure One Laozi felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.

His teacher's methods had always been silent and unseen, yet every step was carefully laid;

by the time you realized you had entered the game, you were already trapped deep within it, unable to break free.

Just like the Wu and Yao Races back then—

did they truly not know that if the two races fought to