Letting the small world consume itself from within, making its people believe more deeply in the power of the Dao traditions and grow ever more desperate for it—and once they possessed that power, they would wage war. It was a vicious cycle. Yet if I protected the common people and all living things, allowing the beings within the world to coexist, my own Dao-tradition power would instead become dispensable. In other words, if I became an immortal, I might well become a god of the Dao whom no one worshiped—a lone, single immortal!
I drew in a sharp breath. If that was really how things worked, then before long, with my Dao tradition unable to expand, I would either be punished and turned into a Sin God, or be won over as a subordinate by a ruthless immortal like Di Xianchen?
Who would have thought the immortal realm actually played by these rules? It had certainly opened my eyes. I looked around. Almost everyone had escaped by now. I took a deep breath and said, "What next? What do you want me to do?"
"There is no need for this battle to continue. You and I will both become gods. We will become the guardian gods of the small world. By then, it will be a time for sincere cooperation, not for us to fight over trivial matters here. Don't you agree?" Di Xianchen extended an olive branch to me.
I let out a mocking laugh. Di Xianchen's expression changed at once, and when he looked at me, his gaze was somewhat gloomy.
"Di Xianchen, you're cruel and heartless. I don't think I can do that. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided by kind. After ascending, there will always be good immortals