Seeing how resolute Li Hao was, the Source Ancestor and the others tried persuading him a little longer, but to no avail. In the end, they left.
"Is there really no other way?"
"This Lord Haotian is too heartless. Does he really intend to watch all of us die miserable deaths?"
"Stop blaming him. We regarded all living things as straw dogs, and he regards us as straw dogs. This is merely our retribution."
Among the saints, some had sunk into despair, already foreseeing the end of the All Heavens Sacred Land.
Although the other saints were angry with Li Hao, deep down they knew they had brought this disaster upon themselves. Faced with life and death, they had simply been driven into a corner and resented his refusal to forgive them.
Beneath this oppressive pall of gloom, the Sword Saint remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking:
"Though I don't know Haotian well, my senior brother told me that he values affection and loyalty. He repays kindness and avenges wrongs. You've all studied his Dao Scripture, too. His Dao follows nature, emphasizing a natural, unfettered state of mind. We brought our present circumstances upon ourselves, but if we wish to save ourselves, there may still be a way."
"What way?"
Someone hurriedly asked.
The Source Ancestor, the God King, and the others also looked toward the Sword Saint.
The Reincarnated Body of his young disciple surfaced in the Sword Saint's mind. His eyes flickered as he said, "He must be building his sacred land to shelter his friends and family. Let's find them and ask them to persuade him. That would be better than approaching him ourselves."
At this point, he continued, "Before that, we must also show him something. We should make amends through our deeds