Big Beard hung in the void, watching the Dao Sect members hasten the restoration of the Dao Sect Ancestral Court.
At the end of the ancient era, the Demon Sect had been the first to perish, and that had also marked the beginning of the divine war. Later on, the Dao Sect naturally could not have escaped unscathed either.
When the entire ancient era had come to an end, with the hide gone, how could the fur remain? No one could escape it, whether it was the Ancient Heavenly Court, the Ancient Underworld, or the Dao Sect.
Now that the entire ancient era was beginning to reappear, it was only natural that the old grudges and entanglements, the conflicts of ideals, and the struggles over lineage would all emerge once again.
This time would be no different. No one could remain untouched, especially an existence like the Dao Sect. They could not possibly stand off to the side with their arms folded, cracking melon seeds and happily watching the show—then, if they got excited enough, shout, "You dog bastard, beat that pig bastard to death!"
Big Beard quietly watched everything before him and murmured to himself.
"What did it matter whether he was the Lord of the Manor or not?
"If he was, so be it. The incredible promise he had once made had already been fulfilled.
"Even letting him become the Dao Sect's leader would be no problem.
"If he was not, so be it. Meng Yi had cast away his eyes only to glimpse a corner of the truth. Since he had chosen him, there was no need for us to object.
"Besides, he truly was qualified. He was well suited to take the helm."
From the opening of the World of the Dead to the Dao Sect's