At one side of the battlefield, Jieyin and Zhunti, whom the Primordial Wilderness had once regarded as traitors, stood quietly guarding Mo Yuan and the unconscious Gou Chen.
Both wore relaxed expressions.
The catastrophe hanging over their heads was about to be resolved, and their undercover mission, carried out in hiding across countless ages, had finally reached a perfect conclusion.
Mo Yuan gazed at their slightly weary yet utterly untroubled faces, his eyes filled with astonishment and confusion. Only after a long silence did he ask, "So... you were putting on an act from beginning to end?"
Even now, he still felt somewhat dazed.
Ever since the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation began and Jieyin and Zhunti turned against them, every race in the Primordial Wilderness had reviled the pair for betraying their forebears and forsaking their Dao. They hated them to the bone.
No one had imagined that this rebellion, which had overturned heaven and earth and nearly destroyed the Primordial Wilderness, had been an exquisitely crafted scheme from beginning to end.
At his words, Zhunti set aside his usual gentleness and compassion, giving a rare, faintly arrogant snort. "What else? Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan, did you truly think that after cultivating for countless ages and attaining Sagehood, my senior brother and I would be foolish enough to sever our own foundations and betray the Primordial Wilderness? Long before the Calamity Cycle began, we had already submitted to the Dao Venerable's arrangements. Everything we did this time was part of a trap laid for the remnants lurking in Chaos—Karma and his band of Outer Realm Fiends."
Mo Yuan's gaze flickered. He looked deeply at the two, his voice full of shock. "But the price of this scheme was far too great. During this Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, nearly