In the Chaos, Hongyun's figure completely scattered away.
The surroundings were once again devoured by endless void and raging chaotic currents, as if that soul-stirring battle of Sages just now had never happened.
Zhunti looked in the direction Hongyun had left, and that shrewd face of his could no longer maintain its composure.
He suddenly turned around and looked at Jieyin beside him, whose bitter expression remained unchanged, his voice filled with urgency and incomprehension.
"Senior Brother! How could you agree to him!"
"After Western Prosperity, a limit of ten thousand years? How is that possible!"
"You and I both know that after repaying the Heavenly Dao debt, what will there be left of our West?"
"When that time comes, forget ten thousand years—even if we were given several more kalpas, we still wouldn't be able to gather enough treasures to repay the Saint Position Karma!"
Zhunti was truly anxious. He could not understand why his always steady senior brother would agree to such an almost unreasonable demand.
Was this not the same as putting an even heavier shackle around their own necks?
Faced with Zhunti's questioning, Jieyin's bitter face showed not the slightest ripple.
He merely looked quietly at his junior brother, and only after the other man's emotions had calmed somewhat did he slowly speak.
"Junior Brother."
"Do we still have a choice?"
This calm question in return instantly choked Zhunti into silence.
Jieyin let out a long sigh, the sound carrying endless exhaustion and helplessness.
"You saw Hongyun's strength as well.
He had just proved Dao, his foundation still unstable, yet he could fight you and me to a draw."
"He walks the path of Prove Dao by Law. The depth of his foundation is far above ours.
Today's battle merely let him familiarize himself with the