"I have my own plans regarding Sect Master Tongtian breaking his oath. Since he has set down the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, as his elder brother, I cannot stand by and watch. Yet the might of this formation has intimidated the primordial world for ages; Master once stated plainly—unless all four Saints arrive together, it cannot be broken."
"Then... whom does Senior Brother intend to invite?"
Azure qi swirled in Laozi's palm, halos flowing and shifting. In an instant, they transformed into lingzhi mushrooms, flying birds, bamboo slips, mountains, and a thousand other forms, all within a single breath. As the radiance slightly dimmed, he said lightly, "Empress Nuwa has always been tranquil and uncontested, and she is a woman. It would not be proper to disturb her over this matter."
"Senior Brother means..."
A glint flashed through Primordial Lord of Heaven's eyes. He had already grasped the meaning.
"Correct. To break the Zhu Xian Formation, we must invite the two leaders of the Western Teachings." Laozi's tone was calm, yet every word was like a nail.
"This..."
Primordial Lord of Heaven felt a knot form in his heart. He had never held the Western Teachings in high regard. Daoist Jieyin was still worthy of three parts respect, but Daoist Zhunti made his teeth ache with disgust—his words and conduct were flamboyant, his behavior eccentric, and resentment had long taken root. Now, to lower himself and invite them for the sake of breaking the formation was, to a man who prized his dignity as much as he did, no different from exposing his own family's shame.
Even if the Interception Sect and Elucidation Sect tore off all pretense, it was ultimately an affair within their own tradition. If outsiders were brought into the matter, would that not be handing others