Yuanshi wore a solemn expression.
He nodded slightly and repeated himself once more:
"Please, fellow Daoist, consider the greater good!"
What did Maitreya's death amount to?
Was this enough to make him lose his composure?
Were the losses of my Expounding Sect any smaller than yours?
Guangchengzi and Taiyi were my most beloved disciples. When they died, I too flew into a rage, yet didn't I endure it all the same?
But seeing Sage Zhunti's heartbroken expression, Yuanshi felt that "consider the greater good" alone might not be enough to persuade him, so he continued:
"Do not be hasty, fellow Daoist..."
"Maitreya merely died and entered the Investiture of the Gods this time. Once we follow the Heavenly Dao's grand course and complete the Investiture of the Gods... we can find a way to retrieve Maitreya's true spirit and let him cultivate anew."
"But the prerequisite is that we must win!"
Sage Zhunti's gaze finally changed.
That was right!
Jiang Ziya, Yuanshi's disciple, was the one presiding over the Investiture of the Gods now... Though the Investiture of the Gods was said to be handed over to Haotian after the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, would Yuanshi truly refrain from tampering with it before handing it over so easily?
As long as Yuanshi put in some effort,
he could certainly release Maitreya's true spirit!
Yuanshi then said:
"As for Lu Ya..."
"It truly would not be appropriate for you to act on the battlefield of the Investiture of the Gods this time... Let him live a little longer. Will there be any shortage of chances for revenge later?"
Who cared what background or origins Lu Ya had?
Once a Heavenly Dao Saint had set their sights on him...
could he still escape?
The aura Sage Zhunti had unleashed finally began