He was still immersed in the lingering terror of escaping death, yet a colder, more bone-piercing emotion was wildly growing in the depths of his heart, instantly drowning out all his reverence for his sect.
Just now, at a single command from Daoist Ran Deng, he had been expected to go to his death without hesitation, while all the immortals in the tent watched coldly from the sidelines, not one of them speaking up to stop it—as if his life were nothing more than a discarded pawn for breaking the formation.
Yet Kirin Ancestor, a stranger to him, had been willing to abandon his own cultivation and sacrifice himself to summon him out, all for the original resolve of protecting the human race.
On one side were the Chan Sect immortal elders, who constantly proclaimed that they upheld the justice of the Heavenly Dao, yet treated their disciples' lives like weeds.
On the other was an auspicious divine beast with no connection to him at all, yet willing to protect him with his life.
This tragic and ironic contrast savagely shattered every longing and belief he had held toward the Jade Void Chan Sect.
After entering the Dao for many years, he had devoted himself to joining Jade Void, painstakingly cultivated Daoist arts, strictly obeyed his master's orders, and wholeheartedly believed that following the Chan Sect was the righteous path.
But only at this moment did he clearly feel, for the first time, that his original, unwavering decision to join the Jade Void Chan Sect had actually been a mistake from beginning to end.
So the sect's great righteousness was nothing more than the coldness of sacrificing the weak to complete the greater picture.
So-called immortal-sect camaraderie was worthless before the great momentum of God Conferment.
He clenched his fists