Tongtian gave a slight nod, understanding in his heart.
Though this matter could be hidden from a Saint's divination of heavenly secrets, in the end, it could not be hidden from the hidden Primordial Taiji great powers of the world.
Only, these ancient great powers had long since attained transcendence from the mortal world, and had always stood by with folded sleeves regarding the Investiture of the Gods Calamity.
Moreover, the scheme involved the Auspicious Qi and karma of the Four Pillars Sacred Spirits, so they were even less willing to be lightly tainted by it. Naturally, they looked on coldly and left it alone.
Seen this way, this layout had indeed already succeeded.
The three Yunxiao sisters bowed to Tongtian in farewell, turned, and left Biyou Palace.
The instant they took a single step beyond the palace gates, the gentle smiles on their faces vanished at once, disappearing without a trace.
What replaced them was three parts pain at losing a brother, three parts hatred and resentment toward the Heavenly Dao, two parts bone-deep vengeance, and the remaining two parts deep regret.
They regretted not stopping senior martial brother Gongming back then, regretted so easily entering the game and being swept into the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, and regretted even more that they had not seen through the schemes of the Chan Sect immortals sooner.
Just as the three Yunxiao sisters stood outside Biyou Palace, their hearts filled with grief and hatred too tangled to be eased, a figure quietly appeared outside the hall. It was Shen Gongbao.
He wore his usual fawning smile and cupped his hands.
"Three Niang Niangs, please try to take it a little easier.
Daoist Brother Gongming suffered such schemes and fell; it was truly unjust and a pity. But right now, drowning