After Wuxian voiced his suspicions, both Shang Wanfeng and Jiang Xinyuan looked utterly grim.
Nothing could bury all secrets more completely than tearing everything down.
If the Heavenly Dao could be usurped, then those two naturally wouldn't want anyone else to find out.
If they took away all the laws, no cultivator would ever again reach a level that threatened them.
"What if it's true?"
Shang Wanfeng's face gradually turned deathly pale. If Wuxian's suspicions all came true, then in the end, they wouldn't survive either.
That was something he found hard to accept.
It seemed no one could accept such an outcome.
"Then what do we do?"
Jiang Xinyuan couldn't help speaking up. The longer people lived, the more they feared death, especially those who had reached their level.
Death seemed never to have crossed paths with them.
But if it truly came for them, that immense terror would surge like raging waves, ready to swallow them whole.
It was almost laughable: as Jiang Xinyuan said this, his fingers began to tremble slightly despite himself.
Shang Wanfeng glanced at him and couldn't help speaking.
"Why are you shaking? Have some backbone."
Jiang Xinyuan shot back irritably, "Then why are your lips trembling?"
Let's not have the pot calling the kettle black.
Wuxian fell silent for a long time, his face still ashen. Only after a long while did he slowly sigh.
"Since our teacher is holding something back, we should find ourselves a way to survive, too."
That might be so, but where that way lay remained a complete mystery.
Jiu You, equally lost, had returned to the Western Territory encampment with Wu Jiu.
"Those were divine ability monsters?"
Wu Jiu whispered furtively beside Jiu You.
The entire Western Territory encampment had been deserted by now, but the