The Final Tribulation loomed. A hundred boats raced downstream, while schemes and rivalries played out, people were swept along against their will, and events that had been unfolding for eons continued to spread. It was enough to wear anyone down. Even Meng Qi wanted to flee it all, quietly cultivate, enjoy life, and avoid the fighting—then calmly face the apocalypse and death when the end finally came.
But wanting to was one thing. There was still a fire in his heart that refused to die. He could not accept things as they were. He wanted to sever all these tangled branches, cut through every game of chess, and cut down the powerless version of himself.
At a time like this, amid a tribulation like this, to stop advancing was to fall back. He would face the hardship head-on and carve out a peaceful, clear sky!
His thoughts settled and his emotions quieted. Meng Qi looked around, searching for the traces Gu Xiaosang might have left behind.
She had risked so much to enter the Jade Void Palace. Surely she hadn't come just to look at the Chaos Green Lotus in which Nezha slept, then drift away as if she'd been sightseeing?
After guessing that Yuanshi Tianzun might have meddled in the emergence of Gu Xiaosang's independent consciousness, Meng Qi wasn't surprised that she could enter the depths of the Jade Void Palace. But why had she come?
The chaos stretched on, and the Lotus Pond lay serene. Meng Qi spent a long time searching, even using Cause of All Fruits to inspect every hall and pavilion, yet he found no trace of Gu Xiaosang. It was as if she really had come only to "look around."
"Perhaps the fact that she entered the Jade Void Palace and looked at the