The Heavenly Dao Saints' Suspicions, Even Saints Play the Game, and the World-Destroying Flood Arrives!

After the five Saints emerged from Zixiao Palace, they did not immediately go their separate ways.

Daoist Zhunti was the first to stop in Chaos. He glanced back at Zixiao Palace's closed doors, then at his fellow disciples, and lowered his voice. "Senior brothers, senior sister, what do you make of what Master just said?"

As he spoke, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the trunk of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree. He had rubbed that piece of Bodhi Wood for countless Yuan Hui, polishing it smooth as a mirror, yet now it reflected none of the expression on his face.

Venerable Yuanshi stood with his hands behind his back, the Three Treasures Ruyi slowly revolving beside him. The three-colored radiance at its tip flickered in the turbulent currents of Chaos.

After a moment's silence, he spoke first. "I think Master is afraid this game might affect the Primordial Wilderness."

He said it slowly, as though weighing every word before letting it out. When he finished, he frowned.

Even he found the words absurd coming from his own mouth.

What effect could a game possibly have on the Primordial Wilderness?

Daoist Zhunti's expression was even more complicated. The corner of his mouth twitched, as though he wanted to laugh but could not.

He could not help replying, "A game? Is all this really necessary?"

"It isn't as if Nephew-Disciple Qingyuan has never made anything like it before."

"During the Witch-Demon Tribulation, he set up that Internet thing on Golden Ao Island and handed out phones across the Primordial Wilderness. Everyone thought he was fooling around then, too. Later, once phones became widespread, people still cultivated and faced their tribulations as before. I never saw anyone neglect their cultivation because they were addicted to their phone. This time, he's just moved the Internet