"Worship me for what, Jiang Taiyu, Bai Shui, Dao Yi, Wutian? You can die now."
Xu Yi's voice was soft, but in Jiang Taiyu and the others' ears, it crashed like thunder.
"No, this can't be. Once you've merged with the Great Dao, you can't possibly retain your own consciousness."
"He's no Dao Ancestor. He must have failed to merge with the Dao. How is this possible?"
"..."
The four jolted to their feet and stared fixedly at Xu Yi.
As it turned out, just as Xu Yi was merging with the Dao, the Xia Zimo manifested by the Tribulation Pearl had been a trick of Wutian Ancestral Buddha's, meant to mislead Xu Yi into merging his body with the Dao.
Once the merging was complete, Xu Yi's will was bound to vanish without a trace.
Thankfully, the Three-legged Golden Crow in Xu Yi's mind had been there. Otherwise, Wutian might really have succeeded.
"Can't bear to die? Too bad—I won't allow it."
Xu Yi waved a hand. The four had only just unleashed their strongest attacks, but they vanished without a trace. Their bodies disappeared into thin air, without even leaving ashes behind.
Now that he had completed his merging with the Dao, Xu Yi was the Great Dao itself.
"Dao Ancestor, spare us! Dao Ancestor, spare us!"
Dao Zhen Pavilion Master and his people were terrified out of their wits. They kowtowed again and again, begging for mercy.
Xu Yi gazed toward the horizon and murmured, "Fine. I forgive you all. Now, return to oblivion."
With that, he swept out his hand, and Dao Zhen Pavilion Master and his people instantly turned to dust as well.
"Repay resentment with justice; how else repay kindness? Those fated to return, let your souls come home."
Xu Yi swept out his