Su Yi glanced at Feng Wuji and said,
"I don't understand. As an unrivaled Divine Son, why would you rather disregard the opinions of your clan elders than become my enemy?"
Feng Wuji sighed. "I only know that throughout the long years of the past, everyone targeted by those God Lords died. The fellow Daoist alone is the exception."
"And I'm still young, insignificant and soft-spoken. I want to live a little longer—how could I dare choose to become your enemy? Wouldn't that be like an old man eating arsenic, tired of living?"
His answer was so matter-of-fact that Su Yi was speechless for a moment.
Even Bi Kongliu, standing to one side, could not help but marvel. Feng Wuji really was something else.
Su Yi said with interest, "What if I kill the Rahu Demon Ancestor someday?"
Feng Wuji was stunned for a moment, then dismissed it casually. "If he dies, he dies. On the Great Dao Competition, how could there be a struggle without deaths?"
Su Yi: "..."
"Of course, I'll do my utmost to persuade Old Ancestor to stop. If he refuses to listen, then at worst, I'll draw a clear line between us."
Feng Wuji shrugged. "As for revenge... heh, I'm not stupid. Unless I possess the absolute strength to crush the fellow Daoist in the future, I definitely won't seek my own death."
Su Yi could not help but look at Feng Wuji again, but said nothing further.
This was not cowardice.
Nor was it petty cleverness.
It was clearly great wisdom!
Whoever dared underestimate him would be the true fool.
"Fellow Daoist, look. That is the opportunity to become a god within this secret realm."
Feng Wuji pointed into the distance.
Chaos filled the distant heavens and earth. Within it, a dazzling silver divine