Wenren Sheng stood there calmly, listening.
As a variable, Hong Jun would not make a move against him.
On the contrary, Hong Jun owed him a debt.
Because Hong Jun had already become the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao was naturally more than just Hong Jun.
After Hong Jun finished speaking,
Tong Tian asked unwillingly, "Is there really no other hope? Only these three paths?"
None of these three paths was good.
Open up a world beyond the chaos? That sounded nice.
At the beginning, it had been a blank slate, with no competition.
But now there was competition from the Great Honghuang World.
The spiritual energy they created would naturally be drawn toward it.
They would be doing twice the work for half the result.
"Divine beings, immortals, and Buddhas are merely titles, no more than clay idols. There is no use clinging to them," Laozi said, shaking his head.
It seemed he had made up his mind to hide in his palace and become a puppet.
Jie Yin was somewhat unwilling, but he still nodded silently.
The other Saints were still considering a way out.
At that moment, Hong Jun had already left.
Leaving behind three paths meant he had fulfilled his duty and responsibility as their master.
He had guided them, taught them the Dao, and resolved their doubts.
The Saints remained silent for a long while.
In the end, they each departed.
Wenren Sheng smiled and left as well.
Everything went without saying.
Golden Turtle Island.
Biyou Palace.
As soon as Tong Tian returned, he hung up a couplet: "Keep the cave abode tightly shut, quietly recite two or three volumes of the Yellow Court."
"Cast the body into the western lands; in the Immortal Path, leave no name behind."
Everyone found it baffling,