Wang Jixuan stood with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed, quietly waiting.
Gao Huating's singing naturally soothed the Divine Soul, and the restlessness and frustration in Wang Jixuan's heart were greatly eased.
The restlessness came from having been still for too long and yearning for action;
and he had indeed been somewhat frustrated before this.
When he traveled through the past, no one in that past knew his name. Unless they deliberately exposed themselves, even the Heavenly Dao would struggle to find his trail. Back then, the initiative had entirely been in his hands.
But now, after returning to the present, he was rapidly losing that initiative.
Brahma was powerful, and the existing order of the Immortal Realm was tightly woven. The Eight Great Immortal Palaces had both gaps between them and connections binding them together. The tangled roots here were too numerous to count.
And he was merely a newly risen immortal.
Though he had a Grand Beginning Golden Immortal aiding him and an interstellar fleet at his command, his influence within the Immortal Realm could not merely be described as weak. It was practically zero.
How should he proceed from here?
The enemy was right there.
It dwelled within the Heavenly Dao, standing above light and darkness alike, with the two vast organizations, the Heavenly Net and the Dark Cult, at its command.
Between him and Brahma, neither could possibly spare the other.
If he gave up now and hid at the edge of the universe, he might gain temporary peace. But Brahma, unwilling to leave Peony alone, would surely come hunt him down after completing its own plans.
Not to mention that Brahma had already begun imitating the Mechanical Civilization.
It was hard not to feel like he was striking a stone with an