Calamityless True Saint, if he had only cared for himself, could have cut loose completely. By now, he would have been the most dangerous figure. Since he was going to die anyway, he could have acted without restraint.
But from beginning to end, he had wanted to preserve the lives of some disciples and followers. He had also wanted to give the clans and lineages dependent on him a better explanation.
That made things very difficult. While he was still alive, some predators could no longer resist making their move, waiting to carve up the blood food. All the more so when his death was predetermined.
His enemies, Guixu, Time Heaven, and the rest, absolutely would not give the dojo he left behind any chance to rise from the ashes after his death. They might not uproot every last blade of grass, but his core disciples and the die-hard followers loyal to him would certainly meet no good end.
"If I were Calamityless True Saint, after my death, who would care if floodwaters surged to the heavens? With so little life left, why consider disciples, followers, and subordinates? I'd do whatever I wanted, plant myself outside Guixu Dojo, curse my enemies, smear shit on their walls, send regards to their mothers. I'd go my own way and do whatever felt good!"
A Great Demon among the wandering Saints discussed it in private, incomparably bold and fierce.
"That's why you can't build up a dojo, and why you have no suitable successor. With words and conduct like yours, who would dare follow you?" an acquaintance said.
"Haha, this old man wants it exactly this way. Establishing a dojo, running territory, developing believers—sure, strength can rise a little faster. But I'm freer and more carefree!"
Just like now: if he ran into