He knew that Dao Sect's Great Decisive Battle against the Evil Phoenix Clan had already begun.
He knew that an unprecedented scene had unfolded upon the Heartless Sea.
He did not know why.
That sentence spoken by a young gentleman kept circling through his mind: Within one month, if you see signs of Dao Sect's destruction, you will believe that I have the means to let you possess all of Dao Sect's formation resources. Then, you will have to travel with me!
This was a wager.
A wager no one would dare believe.
The Formation Ancestor had accepted the bet simply because there were too few things in his long life that could pique even a trace of his interest. He treated it as entertainment. A wager that could win him an entire White Red Mountain peak for nothing—why not accept it?
Because he could not see the slightest possibility of losing.
Dao Sect had stood upon the Heartless Sea for thousands of years.
Dao Sect's strength was growing every day. It was absolutely not the kind of sect in decline.
Under such circumstances, what method did you have to let me see signs of Dao Sect's destruction?
A mere month, against a timespan measured in millennia, was no more than the time it took to lift a teacup a few times.
Once this month was over, I could simply carry White Red Mountain to Green Snail Manor. No one in the world would dare utter a word of objection. By then, I would gain the resources and avoid the awkwardness of confronting Dao Sect head-on. Would that not be wonderful?
Yet in just half a month, Dao Sect and the Evil Phoenix Clan had reached this point. Chen Tianzong, Mei Huang, had water gotten into your brains?
Just then,