Since the great war of God Conferment had begun, he had killed without count, broken powerful enemies time and again, and led from the front, hacking through thorns and brambles for Xiqi's campaign against Shang, blocking countless mighty figures of the Jie Sect and strange warriors of side paths.
But now, the Jie Sect had collapsed, the game of immortals had ended, the natural defenses of Jiepai Pass had all been broken, and there was no longer the slightest obstacle ahead. He no longer needed to pour out all his strength, to fight drenched in blood.
The Chan Sect's calculations, Buddhism's schemes, the Heavenly Dao's Fixed Number—he saw them as clearly as fire through a cave, yet he was trapped within the chessboard, unable to act as he wished.
He could have withdrawn then and there, returned to camp to rest and recuperate, and kept far away from this final struggle of the mortal world.
Yet one wisp of Obsession in his heart had never been set down.
He despised the Chan Sect's hypocritical, sanctimonious bearing, did not acknowledge this biased tide of God Conferment set by the Heavenly Dao, and even less did he believe the world's verdict that the Human Emperor was muddleheaded, tyrannical, and cruel.
All under heaven hoped for Great Shang's destruction, for King Zhou's head to fall, for Xiqi's hegemony to be achieved in accord with Heaven's mandate.
But he insisted on remaining here, following along with cold eyes, step by step, to witness with his own eyes the final end of this God Conferment catastrophe that had lasted for years.
He wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of ending would ultimately come to that Human Emperor of Yin Shang, who alone resisted the Heavenly Dao, fought ten thousand immortals with his