The Descent of Ancestor Shou Technique Was No Delusion, Culinary and Painting Dual Transformation Ushers in New Life

A butterfly might not be powerful in itself.

But the storm effect brought about by a butterfly's fluttering wings could be immensely powerful.

Especially when that storm's arrival was no accident to begin with, but part of a meticulous and comprehensive plan.

"So it seemed the time left for me really wasn't much..."

"Why did Elder Sang's gaze at me now feel a little like that Lecherous Old Daoist's before we left the Relics of the Gods? Was it because he had suddenly draped himself in a chess player's cloak..."

On Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain, after listening to Elder Sang's explanation, Xu Xiaoshou felt time pressing down on him with particular urgency. Silently, he activated World-Apart Independence and slipped into the Relics of the Gods.

Jinren took his place and returned to the Holy Mountain to maintain the balance of this "play."

The grand drama on the Holy Mountain was still unfolding...

Well, a "standoff" was unfolding! On the surface, Ai Cangsheng, whom Master Shou could do nothing about, could likewise do nothing about Master Shou.

As long as the man in the wheelchair could endure it and the other demi-saints did not forcefully intervene, no one would gain anything from this round.

But in reality... "Passive Value: 12120015."

After returning to the Relics of the Gods, Xu Xiaoshou bid Elder Sang and the others in the First Heaven a heavy farewell.

Everyone was in a somber mood. They all knew that Saint Slave's plan had dealt Master Shou a tremendous blow.

He needed time alone to process it.

As it happened, Elder Sang and the others also needed time to recuperate. Not disturbing each other was the dignity of adults.

"He was too tired..."

Watching Xu Xiaoshou walk alone toward the Thirty-Third Heaven with his shoulders drooping, Elder Sang