Tongtian Goes West

"I planned to make a trip to the western Spirit Mountain first."

"And then pay the Heavenly Court a visit."

"To see those former disciples."

"After I have seen them, I will return to Golden Ao Island, shut my doors, and cultivate in seclusion."

Zhou Ming raised his brows slightly, sizing up Tongtian as he asked offhandedly, "Daoist Friend, are you planning to revive the Jie Sect?"

Tongtian shook his head.

"No."

Those two words came cleanly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Houtu was somewhat surprised and turned her head slightly.

The Jie Sect was the labor of Tongtian's entire life.

Back when Ten Thousand Immortals had Paid Homage, there had been tens of thousands of disciples under the Jie Sect, and it had been known as the foremost great sect of the Primordial World.

For such a grand flourishing age, he was actually saying he would let it go just like that?

Tongtian sensed Houtu's gaze and smiled.

There were traces of helplessness in that smile, and traces of release.

"The Jie Sect has already become the past. Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage was nothing more than passing smoke and cloud."

"The Dao Lineage was destroyed, its fortune scattered. There is nothing worth clinging to."

"The disciples are scattered between Buddhism and the Heavenly Court, each with their own place to go. Forcibly rebuilding it would be meaningless."

Tongtian looked toward the churning sea of clouds beyond the hall.

"Back then, I was useless as their master."

"In the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, I failed to protect the disciples under my sect and let them suffer every grievance."

"Now that I have gained some strength, I should at least see how they are living."

"If I can make up for a thing or two, then I will