How could Dao Qiongchang truly stake everything on Medicine Ancestor Shennong Hundred Herbs?
Was he the sort to be content beneath another, reap a few benefits, promptly wash his hands in a golden basin, then sit back and eat away at his savings?
No.
Greed was an essential quality for every ambitious cultivator of the Dao, let alone Dao Qiongchang, whose heart soared higher than the heavens. Xu Xiaoshou understood this perfectly. That fellow had probably wagered on none of the three ancestors—or perhaps all three.
In truth, it could not even be called a wager. Subjectively, he regarded the three ancestors as chess pieces, toying with them in the palm of his hand.
He enjoyed laying out schemes, along with that perverse thrill of hiding behind the scenes and stirring up trouble.
That was the Dao Qiongchang Xu Xiaoshou knew.
And regardless of the process, Dao Qiongchang had one and only one ultimate goal: Two into One, One Returning to Zero, then truly becoming a god and ancestor, ascending to the supreme apex.
Whether or not he knew that figure, there was only one person left whom he wished to measure himself against.
Nuo! Unerasable by the great calamity, never losing himself, enduring through ten thousand ages, the sole one across ten thousand worlds... Nuo!
With that understanding as a premise, to Xu Xiaoshou, Dao Qiongchang's answer had never mattered.
Once his hidden move had been discovered and the words left his mouth, whatever he wished to conceal would require more lies to patch up the first lie. The information exposed in that process was what truly mattered.
On the surface, Jiang Nayi and Yan Sheng were still chatting and laughing merrily.
In secret, Jinren and the Heavenly Mechanism Puppet had begun their contest of incarnations.
In reality, Xu