Xia Ruize, Duanmu Yao, and Zhou Qiping led the five of us toward the darkness. Along the way, Duanmu Yao pulled his hood back over his head and stayed rather quiet, as befitted his personality. Zhou Qiping, that old bastard, on the other hand, never stopped chattering. He talked endlessly with Yun Bingxin and Li Poxiao, explaining the purpose of this place.
"Daoist friends Yun and Li, you don't know this, but these ruins were indeed built as a flying immortal vessel for all living beings under heaven. Once it flies up to the interface layer, the nine bearers of godhood will each take their positions and use their divine essences to overcome the obstruction of the world's power. Then we'll truly be able to ascend! When that happens, all living beings under heaven will thank us!" Zhou Qiping said with a smile.
"You mean our main role is to fool one world and then break through its restrictions together?" Yun Bingxin was as curious as a baby. For the sake of the Demon Race's interests, she naturally wasn't going to blindly believe me.
"Exactly! Otherwise, what did you think we were going to do, burn our lives or something? Think about it—we, Fellow Daoist Zu, Fellow Daoist Xia, and I, are all divine-essence holders too, aren't we?" Zhou Qiping brought up the old story again, then looked toward Li Poxiao and said, "Daoist Li, although your master and I had some disagreements back then and quarreled whenever we met, I greatly admired his character. Later, when I thought about how he shouldered the burden alone last time, I was truly moved to tears and overwhelmed with sorrow. I simply couldn't come lend a hand because my own lineage was unstable at the time. I feel so guilty!"
Everyone knew