"If we don't know where Master is and immediately try to attain the Dao, that really isn't realistic—and it's very dangerous. No one knows whether Master attained the Dao or is still up there, so in the end, Master has to reappear in the Ninth Heaven and tell them everything, right?" Xing'er asked.
"You're right. Everyone is split into two factions now. Some believe I survived that world-creating cataclysm without attaining the Dao, while others believe I attained the Dao of the World of Creation. After all, that's the more likely possibility. Of course, all this uncertainty and baseless speculation can't truly confirm my existence, so they need me to return to the Ninth Heaven." I smiled.
"Then Master can just tell them. Should Xing'er speak for you?" Xing'er hurriedly offered.
"There's no rush. Fourteen years have already passed; a few more days won't matter." I said that, but the truth was that I didn't want to meet them in this state. It didn't fit my circumstances. If I had Xing'er go see them, it would feel too unreal. Besides, since I still had a way to deal with this, there was no need to rush into proving myself.
"All right... Then can that Divine Monk Yuan Ci really bring Master out?" Xing'er asked again.
I nodded. "If his brain hasn't rusted, he definitely knows what I need most right now."
Xing'er was delighted and stopped asking questions. Instead, she began chatting with Fan An, Fan Ya, and the others. Once their identities as fellow disciples had been confirmed, everyone got along happily. Even Lord Taihua occasionally offered a word or two of guidance. Before long, everyone had also settled down at the Great Sword Arena, preparing to guard it and prevent anyone else from causing trouble.
As for the