The few of them nodded, all feeling the same in their hearts.
Ever since the dust had settled on the Journey to the West Tribulation, over these ten thousand years, the Heavenly Dao's presence in the Primordial World had indeed been diminishing at a slow yet clearly discernible pace.
That pressure hanging over the heads of all living beings, omnipresent and omnipotent, seemed to be receding bit by bit.
Though it was still powerful enough to crush everything, that trend of weakening was real and undeniable.
Although they could not see through the specific reason behind it, there was no doubt that this was a good thing.
The weaker the Heavenly Dao became, the greater their chance of breaking free of their shackles.
Moreover, everyone knew perfectly well that between the Witch Clan and the Heavenly Dao, there was bound to be a battle.
Zhou Ming's rise and Pangu Hall's flourishing strength were, in themselves, the greatest challenge to the Heavenly Dao's supreme authority.
That battle might be the best opportunity for them to escape the Heavenly Dao's control and sever their Saint Positions.
As thoughts turned in his mind, Saint Taiqing had already slowly risen from the Cushion.
"Since there is nothing else, we shall take our leave."
Venerable Lord Yuanshi and Nuwa also rose one after another.
Before leaving, Saint Taiqing's gaze once again fell upon Jieyin and Zhunti. In his calm voice was a trace of solemnity that could not be ignored.
"You two Fellow Daoists should take proper care of yourselves and make arrangements regarding the matter of merit as soon as possible."
"Opportunity will not wait for anyone."
Venerable Lord Yuanshi said nothing. He merely glanced at the two of them, and the meaning contained in that look went without saying.
Nuwa also gave a