Zhi Wuzhong's Daoist robe fluttered, and a pair of suns and moons upon his shoulders blazed like the Great Dao, illuminating the starry sky.
His bearing was indescribably transcendent.
With a flick of his fingertip, the scenes formed by those ripples of time vanished.
Zhi Wuzhong said, "The Other Shore of Destiny is no longer what it once was. The Alliance of Profound Mysteries has ultimately been destroyed. I may abide by it, or I may not. It all depends on my heart."
Li Sansheng's heart tightened.
At this point, everyone present gradually recovered their hearing and heard Zhi Wuzhong's voice.
"However, it is still too early to speak of such matters. Upon this River of Destiny, those from the Other Shore are ultimately outsiders, unwelcome to the order of destiny."
Zhi Wuzhong reached into his sleeve and fumbled around for a moment. Then he froze and said dejectedly, "I forgot that this is only an imprint. None of the fruits and snacks I carry with me are here."
Everyone: "..."
Lu Hongpao's eyes widened even further.
How could such an unfathomable being still be thinking about eating fruits and snacks at a time like this?
Was he serious?
Li Sansheng, meanwhile, recalled a rumor widely discussed throughout the Zhongxuan Dao Ruins. It was said that Zhi Wuzhong was a strange man. He did not enjoy wine or meat, yet he was obsessed with fruits and snacks alone.
Throughout his life, no matter what he did, he habitually carried some fruits and snacks on him. Whenever he ate, he never cared about the occasion or the eyes of others.
Long ago, when Zhi Wuzhong was still cultivating Zen within the Buddhist sect, he had once practiced Mouth Shutting Meditation, but every attempt ended in failure.
The reason was that he